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Walking through the forest pines closest to the new forge. Smoke billows out of the top as it usually does. It had hardly stopped since It was completed. The latest pride of Eregion, it glistens in the late morning sun as the smoke mingles with the rain clouds that threaten to build overhead. She walks towards the riverside watching kingfishers play and hunt in the branches of the trees. Taking a seat at the edge of the treeline she can see the river rushing past the city. Unbothered by the morning sunlight strands, the river continues its course. The light rays that filter through the clouds look like long golden nets being cast from Eru themselves. She settled on a finely crafted bench that blended with the surrounding rock almost perfectly while still enhancing the beauty of the nature it reflected. Her favourite spot. 

Taking a deep breath feeling the cold mingle with the warm air in her chest. She then reaches for her flask and holds it in her hands a moment warming her fingers. Taking a sip of the tea inside She smiled to herself, the tea leaves from home were as fragrant as they were tasty. She inhales deeply, the smell brings forth memories of baking with her grandmother.

The loudest sounds were the rushing river, the chirps of the birds and the sound of the wind blowing past her ears. 

She sits for a while enjoying the quiet of the grey day. Most avoid the riverside on days like this one, the wind often blows colder but she is unbothered wrapping her scarf around her she watches the small rays of sunlight catch the water making it sparkle like fine jewels.

On a nearby tree, the kingfishers lay in wait looking down at the river below. Each one taking a turn to spear and unsuspecting fish from above. Their bright colours zipping into the water and settling back on to the tree just as fast. Their orange and blue feathers shine with water droplets, giving them the appearance of being decorated with golden coins.

The sun climbs still further behind clouds and the shafts of sunlight begin to disappear. A storm is on its way, she can feel it as the air changes. She looks up to see the darker clouds descending from the nearby mountains. 

"Looks like it will be quite the rain storm will be landing on your head in the next hour or so." a voice from behind, startles Eryn. She turns around quickly. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" she stops short as the Lord of Eregion Celebrimbor, stands behind her. His vibrant red robes match the changing of the leaves that are turning from green to crimson. The only thing that betrays his visage is a small smudge of soot on his forehead. Most likely he had come straight from his new grand forge.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to startle you, I will leave you to your muse" he gestured to the view of the river, and began to turn away. 

"No my lord! Please, I just thought I was alone here. Also I did not expect to see our great lord to be conversing with me." She moved over on the bench to allow him room to sit down. He stopped and smiled. 

"Am I so important to ignore an elf reveling it the beauty that even the Valar would envy" He looked out to the river in wonder taking in a deep breath through his nose. 

"You are brave to assume the Valar would be envious of me, my lord"  she says, gesturing for him to sit.

"I said what I said. The beauty of nature rivals even their powers." he takes a seat next to her, gently crossing his legs. “We must appreciate every advantage we have in Middle Earth.” He lent his arm over the back of the bench, getting comfortable. 

"You are not untrue, my lord." Eryn said. Unsure of where to look. 

"Please, Celebrimbor.” He placed his hand on his chest “There is no need for formalities. Unless you are the high king in disguise." he smiles. A warm genuine smile. She smiled back and nodded. 

"As you wish, My Lor- Celebrimbor" Turning back to looking at the river, she felt the tips of her ears burn slightly. 

"So you know my name, may I know how to call you?" He asked. She thought for a moment. As a humble baker the very idea of talking to the Lord of the place she called home is foreign. Him knowing her name, terrifying. He waits patiently, the smile still warm on his face. 

"Eryn" she said simply, unwilling to reveal exactly who she was and her family history, just yet. He regarded her for a moment and then nodded slightly.

"Eryn, it makes sense as to why I often see you here among our woods then" he smiled. Eryn's jaw tightened slightly. Jokes about her name had been told for many centuries. A wood elf named after the woods. But the lightness in Celebrimbor's face showed that meant it as a compliment rather than a joke. 

"Yes My- Celebrimbor, I have always found peace here. It reminds me of home.” He raised an eyebrow at the slight mistake. She looked out again at the view, desperately thinking of something to say next.

"And what is it you do, Eryn, when you are not watching the morning sunshine?" He asked his question kindly, wanting to know the answer. Taking a breath she decides what she will tell him.

"Let me show you. Tell me what you think" Diving into her bag and then she reveals a rectangular box. She had carefully crafted it to help seal away the goods inside. She passes it to the Lord of the city. He took it, and ran his fingers over the intricate patterns, gingerly opening the lid. Inside is a small batch of sandwich biscuits with a new jam of peach and raspberry holding them together. Nobody had yet tried these except her grandmother. She had sent a letter almost instantly, insisting more be sent as soon as possible. Though her taste was biased. Celebrimbor took the smallest biscuit out of the box and held it up to the sky.

"Well I truly must say, I must truly be thankful I spoke to you this morning. I don't often get the chance to try something this beautiful," he said.

"Well you've not tried them yet, you have no idea if they taste any good!" She laughed nervously. What if he doesn't like them! A worried image of him spitting them out crosses through her head, but she shakes it away. He looks at the biscuit a moment longer as if it was a fine jewel, before taking a careful bite. His smile widens as the flavours change in his mouth.

"This is a delight! The flavour is amazing, but they are still so light?" He faced her gulping down the last of the biscuit. “How did you make this?”

"It's the way you make the jam. More plums than you think are in there but less raspberries than you think you might need" she shrugged.

"Why is it that those who create masterful food are always so cryptic in their recipes?" He shook his head laughing. 

"You have your secrets by the forge, I keep my secrets by the sugar tin!" She takes a biscuit for herself laughing.

"So if I reveal a secret to you will you then reveal your secret recipe?" He said playfully, carefully watching her reaction.

"No, you must simply come to me for more. If you can find me again that is" she smiled back. 

"Ahhh, so that's how it is. I have not just a master baker on my hands but in fact the most elusive masters of sweet things and secrets" he takes another biscuit out of the tin. 

"One must earn the sweetness in life. It grows bitter if you are only handed it." She smiles remembering the words of her father. 

"Those are wise words indeed" he looked at her with some recognition "where did you hear them?" 

"Oh something my parents would tell me when I wanted another biscuit with my tea." She attempts to curl away under his scrutiny. 

"Your parents? May I ask who they were?" He asked, she could see in his eyes he was intrigued to know the answer.

"Nobody important." she dismisses quickly "they died facing the armies of Morgoth" whispering the vile monster's name as if he could still hear when his name was spoken. 

"Yes, I am sorry for your loss, many favoured ones of the Valar fell in those battles." He said somberly, with a practised grace of someone who has lost many friends and family. 

"I'm sorry for yours too." She quickly offered back. While his family is more famous or rather infamous the loss of them hurts just as much. 

"Thank you, I know many who wouldn't say the same." He shook a thought from his head and the warm smile returned. 

Taking a deep breath, Eryn looked back towards the river. The rain on the air was as welcoming as it was foreboding. 

"Do you like the rain?" She wonders and smiles at the silly question until she realises in horror that she asked it out loud as he answers. 

"I do actually, I find it to be healing. A reset. Doesn't matter who you are… you get wet." He looks at her "and what of you? Do you like the rain?" Still trying to recover from asking the question, Eryn takes a few extra moments to think about it. 

"Y-yes I do. I love the smell after a rainstorm." her cheeks felt like they were on fire.

“I agree, yes it is quite lovely." As he talked Eryn felt the first blobs of rain fall down her neck. She looks up and holds out her hand and immediately a raindrop falls in the centre. 

"It appears the storm is more imminent than you suggested." She turned back to Celebrimbor. 

"I do believe I said the next hour or so. One does find it difficult to get the rain to arrive on time so it is us who must be flexible." He looked up and droplets landed on his cheeks. "Are you a person who hides from the rain or dances in it?" He asks hunching up his shoulders a little to avoid the rain falling down his neck. 

"I wish I could dance in it but most often I must hide from it." As she pulls up her hood. 

"Well we must be off then" he grabs her hand and gently pulls both of them up in one fluid movement. "Dodging raindrops is difficult in this" he gestures to his finely made dress and tunic "but I shall endeavour to try" He smiled as Eryn stifles a small laugh.

The rain starts to become heavier, he keeps hold of her hand, as they both dart to the nearest cover.  Eryn attempts to leap over one large puddle that quickly forms, landing on her back foot as it slips out from under her. Falling backwards through the air for a moment. Celebrimbor manages to catch her and she hangs in his arms for a moment. He lifts her up like she weighs no more than one of her biscuits. Both make it to the nearest awning and he still holds her steady a moment before quickly removing his hands. Standing there a moment the only sound is the patter of large raindrops. 

Eryn pats herself down assessing how damp her clothes are. Celebrimbor looked at her with some concern, his arms now almost strapped to his body. "My apologies Lady Eryn, I didn't mean to-" 

"No it is fine you saved me!" She interrupts before he apologises further. "I would have been covered head to toe in mud!" She laughs. He laughs nervously with her, his panic fading with her smile. 

There was a long silence and neither of them knew what to say next. Eryn noticed that she could now see her breath in the air. 

"I must say I have enjoyed our conversation, do you have somewhere to be? I would love to finish off those biscuits with a fresh pot of tea." He paused for a moment "with you for company." He looks down at her, his nervous energy is contagious. 

"No I don't have anywhere to be. I was on the early shift making sure the bread was proving this morning. I have the entire afternoon free" He beams at her answer.

"We have to dodge a few more rain drops but my study does have a wonderful view of the city" He looks up to the balcony where there is a warm glow flickering on the walls. 

"Lead the way" he grabs her hand and both race through the rain, feeling like children. Reaching the entrance, he then quickly lets go of Eryn's hand, as one of his attendants comes out of the door.

"My Lord! I was just coming to get you, we need your presence is required" relief floods the young elf's face. 

"Well..." Celebrimbor looks a little irritated and Eryn keeps her eyes on the elf. Celebrimbor takes a small moment to himself "How can I help?" The easy practised smile returns to his face. The elf looks uneasily at Eryn's presence; she begins to step away but, Celebrimbor moves into his view and shoots him a look that starts his tongue working. 

"It is a message my lord. The High King himself is travelling here and he has sent Galadriel ahead; she wishes to make arrangements with you." The elf smiles knowing he has done his job and bows his head. 

"Thank you Aegon, please tell Lady Gabriel that I am currently unavailab-" 

"My Lord" Eryn interrupts "I must thank you for sampling my new creations, your notes on flavour will come in most excellently" she looks at him willing him to catch on to the ruse. “I do not wish to take up more of your time when important arrangements need to be made.” She widened her eyes slightly. He scanned her face before realizing what she wished to do.

"I-I am glad I was able to be of such a good service to you." She adjusted her bag and fished out the biscuit box.

"I must be off to make sure this next batch is adjusted. Before I go I must insist you take the rest. It is the finest I have made yet." She hands him the carefully decorated box. He takes it, a half smile on his face.

"Thank you... Eryn." He turns to go inside his attendant following him in. 

Leaving Eryn outside in the rain, she smiles as the door is softly closed, she stands a moment longer willing herself to remember every detail. Quanta is never going to believe her. Turning to the street, she takes a deep breath and watches as a puff of mist errupts as she exhales. All evidence of the sunny morning had disappeared, a wet afternoon had set in and would remain for a while. She started darting between the awnings and overhead covers towards her home. 

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Celebrimbor’s heart raced, he could feel it in his ears and in the tips of his fingers. He followed Aegon through the corridors to his study, as he walked he took a few deep breaths and allowed his frustration to leave his body. He couldn't remember the last time he had been able to converse with another like that. Despite how abruptly it ended it had been nice to get to know someone who seemed to actually care to know him, share something with him for no underlying benefit. It struck him how lonely he had felt in recent months, especially after Elrond had returned to Lindon. 

Eryn, He hadn’t gotten her family name but he was determined to find her, at least to see if his friendship was something she wanted. She had so gracefully removed herself from his life, as soon as he was needed elsewhere she simply let go of him with only her biscuit box as a reminder. How lovely it was to not be viewed as a lord of a city but as just as a new friend. They reached the floor his study was on. He shook the thoughts from his head, switching to the task at hand. 

“I am sorry to pull you away from your walk, my lord.” Aegon said as they reached the door to his study. “Lady Galadriel insisted.” He stopped at the door, waiting for him to enter first. 

“It is fine. I just wish you would have given yourself another 5 minutes to find me.” Celebrimbor sighed. He pushed the door open, he put a smile on his face. Standing in the centre of the room was Galadriel. She was wearing silver armour and her hair was tied in a braid and she gripped the hilt of her dagger. As he entered she looked around to him and her face was thunderous. 

“You would dare take the weapons of the commander of the northern armies!” she snapped. He could tell she was trying to hold back, but her anger had bubbled over and she was unable to stop it. Celebrimbor stood in front of the door not allowing anyone to follow him in the room and looked at her for a moment before replying. 

“Mae govannen (Greetings) Lady Galadriel. I hear your travel was swift to us. It is a grand pleasure to have your light within the walls of my fair city once again.” He bowed a little, watching as Galadriel froze, realizing others were in earshot. He quickly turned and stood in front of his servant in the doorway. “Aegon, please leave us to catch up. It has been a long time since we have spoken and I imagine it has been a difficult journey. Have some tea sent up.” He looked up and thought for a moment “The black tea from Khazad-dûm will be appropriate I think.” 

“Of course my lord, excellent choice.” Aegon nodded and promptly left, leaving him alone with Galadriel. He closed the door and shot a small prayer above for some patience and he turned back to Galadriel. She stood exactly where she had been, though she held no weapon he could almost see her sword in her hand, ready to fight. He smiled.

“You should really work on how you speak in court if this is how you speak to a friend.” He gently chided her. 

“I would remember my manners, if you guards hadn't tried to overstep their commander!” She shot back. 

“I believe it is you who has overstepped.” He said keeping his tone light. “The guards and soldiers in these walls are not under your command but mine.” He carefully walked around her toward the seating by the window. “I have decreed all visitors who enter these walls give up their arms while in the city.” He took his favourite spot, relaxing and crossing his legs. He could see out into the balcony and the city beyond. It was unique nowhere else in the city was this high. As he looked out, though he might be mistaken, he could see a hooded figure race through the streets. It looked like Eryn. He smiled to himself remembering the box of biscuits he still held. He lightly tapped his finger on the lid, remembering their conversation.

“Excuse me?” Galadriel's stern voice brought him back to the discussion. She walked over brimming with rage.

“We. Are not at war.” He placed the box on the table. “This grand city is one of creation, engagement and upbuilding. You do not need your swords or your shields. Besides I know you to be more than capable at hand to hand combat.” He winced slightly remembering the last time they had both sparred. It had been over 200 years ago and she had nearly broken his jaw. 

“My Lord Celebrimbor,” She came forward and sat on the edge of a chair. “You of all people should know evil lurks waiting for its chance to strike, when you are at your most relaxed” she gripped her dagger hilt. Celebrimbor looked up from her hand to her face, she couldn't quite look him in the eye. Now he understood her reasoning. 

“Please, there is no danger at this very moment. Take at least some of that off and join me for tea.” He said gently “it has been many years since our last meeting. I wish to know your mind on these matters… not as a soldier but as my friend.” He smiled and she dropped her shoulders and loosened her grip on her dagger. She looked around the room for a moment, unsure where to go. “There is my dress room through there.” He pointed. She quickly followed his instructions and closed the door behind her. 

Celebrimbor was left in his study alone. The sound of rain pattering on the window and the fire popping as drops of rain came down the chimney. He glanced at the fire noticing it had died down. He gently got up and moved over to it. Crouching down he used a poker to prod at it and watched as the flames came back to life curling around the poker. He closed his eyes and imagined Eryn for a moment, her hair blowing in the wind. Her smile, the small scar under her eye. She was unlike anyone he had met, he wished to know her mind too. If only he hadn't been pulled away. The thought of getting to know her excited him.

Opening his eyes he picked up a few logs and placed them in the centre. Making sure the dried wood caught. Watching the flames grow brighter. He let out a deep sigh. 

He started slightly as he heard a small knock on his door.

“Come in!” He stood up to greet whoever it was. 

It was Fenrir. A young elf who had recently started working under him. He awkwardly carried in a teatray that held two cups and a fine teapot. Steam gently rose from the spout. Celebrimbor smiled at the elf. 

“Fenrir! Thank you, my boy. It is very kind of you to bring this up for us.” He watched as the young elf seemed shocked that he knew his name. 

“M-my lord. I have brought up the tea you requested from Aegon.” Celebrimbor watched as he looked around the room, trying to find somewhere to put the tray down. 

“Thank you Fenrir, just place it on the table over there” he pointed over to the table near the balcony. “How are you finding your first week with us?” He walked over to inspect the tea tray. No lemon cake, unfortunately. 

“It has been amazing my lord. I am most definitely learning so much.” He had a grin on his face. 

“I am surprised that you find this work amazing” he chuckled “most can't wait to get into the forge to start crafting themselves!” He watched as Fenrir's face faltered a little. “You did come to Eregion to learn smithing did you not?” He moved to the window, the view of the city was streaked by the rain giving it a watercolour look. 

“Well. Yes that is true, but just being in these great halls is a privilege my lord. Wherever I am needed I am happy to work. I know I am not yet skilled enough to work in the forge but I am eager to learn.” He bowed slightly. 

“That is good to hear, if a little, self deprecating.” He raised his eyebrow “Actually your previous teacher has sent me a letter of the highest regards for your skill.” He walked over to his desk, rooting through the papers. “Even sending me a small necklace you made. Your skill is naturally very good!” He finally found it and held it out to him and watched as the tips of Fenrir's ears turned pink. 

“Thank you my lord, I did not know you had received such a letter. Thank you for reading it.” he laughed “I know you are busy” He took the letter. “Halvel is a master smith in her own right, she does me a great service recommending me.” 

“Yes, you are correct, her skill is admired by many. The fact she sent this shows she has lots of faith in you.” He watched as the pride of his former master filled Fenrir. “If you don’t mind the letter is yours to keep but i will hold on to your necklace if that is okay, it will help me to know how you work before we are in the heat of the forge together.” He smiled and Fenrir was once again shocked into silence. “Please if you will forgive me I do have a guest at the moment. But I would love to see how you craft. Next month? Once you've had time to settle into your duties?” He looked down to the elf as he beamed at the offer. 

“T-that would be amazing my lord. I would love the opportunity.” he stammered.

“Yes yes, I am sure. Master Aegon, however, will be timing you to see how long you take. Mind his patience, I know he has to use it all with me so he can't share it with everyone.” He smiled as Fenrir jumped, and started to quickly walk to the door. 

“If there is anything else you need my Lord?” He turned back already halfway out the door.

“I am good for now, thank you.” He sat down and watched Fenrir leave, quietly closing the door behind him. He turned back to the fireplace, placing the necklace on a bust of a lion's head. It swung as it settled in its new home. Celebrimbor smiled as it shined in the firelight.

“You are too soft.” came the voice of Galadriel. She came out of the dress room. She still wore her bracers but had removed her breastplate and battle skirt. Leaving grey leggings and a thick barding shirt. 

“Too soft? How could you possibly say that?” Celebrimbor scoffed. He moved back to his seat.

“You need strong people around you, not ones who preen at your compliments.” She walked over and sat down opposite him. 

“Who says Fenrir is not strong? He has worked most of his life as a smith's apprentice, I have no doubt he is strong.” Celebrimbor reached forward and began to pour the tea.

“Not just strong in body, but in mind.” Galadriel stressed. 

“My friend, you are one of the most capable elven warriors I have seen, the king tells me you have come back from the far north where not even fire can warm you. You are plenty strong for the both of us.” he smiled. 

“It is true, but that doesn't mean you cannot get stronger.” Galadriel advised. Celebrimbor handed her a cup and they both sat looking out the window for a moment. 

“Galadriel, I have missed you. You are truly a gift wherever you go. But this urgency, is it necessary? Elves are stronger than they have ever been. The Southlanders are growing under our guidance. Even the dwarves are prospering.” He gestured towards the nearby mountain.

“We cannot grow fat and soft just because we are not fighting a war!” She retorted.

“The wars we won are just that. Won. Enjoy the soft! Your hard outer shell needs a rest.” he took a sip of his tea. He took a deep breath with it smelling the earthy notes and spiced fragrance.

“But while we bask in the light, the shadows of evil lengthen!” Galadriel held her cup without drinking from it. 

Celebrimbor regarded her for a long time. He saw the warrior, the leader and his friend. They all warred within her. She had saved his life multiple times and he had saved hers. He remembered how long it took for his hardness to soften, it had become entwined with his blood, his family, even his hands. The world had seemed too bright and too grey at the same time. It had taken years for him to release the hardness in just his hands so he could pick up a pencil without snapping it. Colours still didn't have the same hue even now. He saw that same conflict in his friend just entangled to a different tune. He made his decision.

“Well if that is your assessment commander I would have you complete a survey of my city. Ensure its defences are ready and its watchers primed.” He saw her finally relax. 

“That I can do.” She breathed and finally took a sip of her tea.

“But!” He held up his finger “I would ask one thing of you first.” She looked at him. 

“What would it be?” She frowned and narrowed her eyes.

“Shadow me for a day, see the city as I see it.” She regarded him with suspicion. 

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you have been fighting for so long.” He paused and moved over to the chair next to her. “The light you protect has diminished within you. Strength grows when it is properly cared for.” He reached out his hand and she let him take it. He was surprised that her hands were cold. Like she still had not warmed up from her trip to the north. “Galadriel, you are my oldest friend, I have fought with you, against you and rallied to you. Please allow yourself to now work with me. Even if it is for a short while. Help me grow something.” He looked at her but she looked at their hands.

“Your hands burn like forge fires” she smiled. “As always” she placed her other cold hand on top of his. 

“I think it's why you liked to hold my hand when I was younger.” he smiled, allowing his hand to warm hers. He chuckled.

“That was more of a fear of your mother. She would have beheaded me if I ever lost you while you were in my charge.” She grinned. “You were always trying to drag me somewhere.” she finally looked at him. Celebrimbor raised his eyebrows. 

“I was, everyone else was too busy to just look at things.” He squeezed her hand. “You gave my childish ideas a chance to be heard.”

“If I recall, the things you found were usually pretty frogs, hidden caves or even just river rocks. Even back then you had an unusual eye for beauty.” She laughed. “I loved how you saw the world.” 

“It is still true even today.” he let go of her hand “though it has needed to be reforged from time to time.” He squeezed her hand a little. 

“This land has a strong will to mold each of us” She said grimly. “It is so crowded it is hard to find yourself!” 

“Only if you try to focus on it all at once, finding the river rocks and hidden caves gives you the joy of little things.” An idea flashed across his face and he spied the box of biscuits sitting on the table. “That reminds me, you have to try these biscuits. I met a wonderful baker today who gifted them to me!” He reached for the box. 

“A wonderful baker?” Galadriel echoed “I bet they were.” Celebrimbor rolled his eyes, and presented the box to her. She reached for it, her finger gliding over the intricate patterns. 

“What are they?” She looked at him. 

“Peach and raspberry jam biscuits” he beamed. 

“That is a combination I've not heard of before” she opened the lid.

“Apparently there are less raspberries than you might think, and more peaches than you can imagine.” he frowned trying to remember “or something like that, it might be the other always round”

“Interesting flavour then.” She picked one out of the box. 

They stay there for a while rekindling their friendship that had now lasted more than two ages. Celebrimbor was happy to see glimpses of the Galadriel he once knew before the war. But they were fleeting single words or glances. In times of silence he watched as her mind would drift to the dark place she had come from. Not falling all the way into it but teetering on the edge. He quietly battled to keep her in the light as they talked, never pushing, just guiding.

The sun rose into the air and began to fall again by the time Celebrimbor noticed that they hadn’t eaten anything but peach and raspberry jam biscuits. 

“Come my lady. We should probably go about finding something more substantial to eat.” He rose to his feet offering his hand to her. 

“If you insist my lord. Though at some point we should discuss the High Kings arrival next month. He is insisting there be a celebration.”

“Tomorrow the preparation can begin. Today we just need to eat and relax.” He smiled and escorted her out of the room.

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Days pass by in the city of Eregion. The announcement of Lady Galadriel's arrival flies through the city. Everyone is abuzz with further  excitement when it is announced that the High King himself will be arriving in less than a month. Just in time for Yávan. Rumor exploded as to why he was visiting. The celebration was a yearly one of the solstices and the year wasn’t one of note. It had been many years since the King had visited, for him to leave Lindon it had to be considered important. The latest requests and orders from Lord Celebrimbor’s office came quickly and went out to everyone. From butchers and seamstresses to woodcarvers and even alchemists. Orders in preparation for the celebration piled in, with revisions and advisements from the city's highest ranking officials. There was no doubt this was to be a party to dress to impress and everyone was clambering to be the best. 

In the first few days of her arrival Lady Galadriel toured the city with Lord Celebrimbor. Meeting with important people and even stopping for a coffee. Much to the delight of the owner of the tearoom. The day after they had visited the owner had declared from her rooftops that she had made two new tea flavors to commemorate the visit. The Lord’s Holly tea and the Golden Princess’ brew certainly did become popular. 
In the days after they visited the grand library and the hall of memory. Though after that Lady Galadriel had hardly been seen, except for her inspections of the city walls and guard barracks. 

Eryn had unfortunately missed most of the excitement. She had been dragged into the bakery after many orders had arrived in from nearly everyone in the city. One order in particular caught her attention. It was being sent to the forge, it was small compared to the others. A request for a selection of cakes. It was noted the flavors could be lemon, chocolate or cinnamon. Apparently every bakery in the city had received the same request, no doubt to help with the selection process of who would cater for the festival meal when the King arrived. 
Though she would never say it outloud, she hoped it had been Celebrimbor's attempt to try and find her. But that wouldn’t be the case. He was the lord of Eregion; he was busy organising the city and if he wasn’t doing that he would become a grand smith, creating something beautiful in his forge. He wouldn’t be giving her a second thought, the first had been a surprise, she refused to hope for another one.  
Eryn watched as the order was made up and shipped off to the forge for approval. She had been tempted to slip in a peach and raspberry biscuit, but she had resisted. If he was looking for her the last thing she wanted to do was make it easy for him. 

Every morning and evening, she walks past the forge hoping to catch a glimpse of him on the balcony sipping tea but every time she walks by the balcony is empty. She finds her mind a lovely place to daydream for once. Imagining meeting the lord again, what she would tell him, what questions he would answer. Most importantly what she would bake for him to try. She was currently struggling to decide between Cinnamon buns and Chocolate swans. Though the latter would only show off her skills with chocolate, they would also taste delicious. However cinnamon buns were her personal favorite. It was a difficult decision.

"Oi Eryn, you've got your head in the clouds again!" Quanta shouts over the prep table. She is snapped out of her imaginings and sees she has absentmindedly finished the decorations for the biscuits. Green icing with a yellow sunflower. It was supposed to be yellow. Turns out she picked up blue instead. 
"Angon will want to throw you in the river when he sees those," Quanta laughs and grins into the batter he is currently mixing. 
“You just stood there and watched me ice twelve dozen biscuits with the wrong colour icing” She snapped at him.
“Hey don’t look at me, your Angon's favorite, who am I to question your great baking skills?” He shot back, a grin on his face.
"He won't know they were supposed to be yellow! And he will never find out!" She said Shooting daggers at Quanta, but his eyes are fixed behind her. 
"He won't find out what?" Angon's deep voice comes from behind. She flinched slightly. 
"That er- Eryn was late this morning" He winces, the lie is worse than the truth. Eryn shoots him a look of complete betrayal. 
"Was she now?" The master baker walked around, into her vision standing in front of the bright blue flower cakes. "Well those 'sunflowers’ almost make up for it." He raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps we change the name though, river flowers perhaps?" 
"Yes, that is an excellent idea sir!" Her panic died down slightly. Quanta rolled his eyes and continued mixing. Angon takes one of the biscuits and breaks it in half. A perfect snap.
"Excellent, despite the colour. Fear not Eryn we shall make a master baker of you yet." He smiles and the panic all but disappears from her chest. “Finish these off for me so they are ready to send off to-” 
"Is there an elf here by the name of Eryn or Elryn?" A frustrated voice interrupts from the store front. “At this point a human called Eric will suffice.” The voice continued. The panic Eryn had previously felt renewed with a tidal wave of questions. She took a step back. She sees Angon take one look at her panicked face and takes charge. He goes to the front of the shop dusting off the flour from his hands.
"How may I be of service, my La-Lady Galadriel!" He falters as the shock in his voice cannot be hidden. Eryn wants to hide. Why does she know her name? What does she want? What did she do to cause the commander of the elven garrisons to call for her personally? She looks over to Quanta who is just staring at her, completely baffled. 
"I shall have her brought to you… at once" Angon backed up into the bakery shooing away a few bakers hands who had been peering round the door. 
"Eryn? Please come to the front" His voice trying to be professional. Eryn’s legs move before her brain has time to protest. Soon enough she stood next to her teacher, both of them looking at the golden haired elf who single handedly took down half of the orc scattered armies. She was beautiful and not very good at concealing her annoyance. Eryn gets a small kick to her shin as Angon pushes her to talk. 
"M-my Lady, I am Eryn daughter of Brannamath originally of Mirkwood.  How can I help you?" She curtsies, unsure if that is the right thing to do. It feels right. She stays there a moment before coming back up. 
"There we go, what is so hard? Next time you introduce yourself to an elf. Make sure they know your origin. That way I don't get sent to every bakery in town looking for just Eryn!" She takes a deep breath and tries to calm down. The tightness of her shoulders indicated anything but calmness. “Or at least be known by people outside of this specific bakery” She tutted as she reached for her belt and took out a small scroll. "I have a summons for you." She holds out a letter "read it and then come with me" Irritation still brimming under her voice. 

Eryn takes the letter and breaks the seal. The seal of the lord of Eregion, A silver star shining in the night. Her heart-beat thrums in her ears. She looks at the words but her head doesn’t understand them. The piercing eyes of the high elf warrior rush her to skip reading all together and she just folds up the letter, holding it at her side.

“Are you ready to go?” She asks.
"If you would allow, I would like to grab my bag" Eryn said as she fumbles to remove her apron. Her fingers rushed to untie the knot. 
"Yes you may." The apron finally releases. She turns quickly to go and take off the apron. She grabs her bag nearly tripping over herself when she decides to take her cloak as well. 
"Ready My lady!" She rushed to her side, nearly falling over people as they all stared at the commander from the door. She carefully avoids eye contact with everyone who is just watching her. Eryn’s cheeks have gone pink and will remain that way for a while. 
"Come along we wouldn’t want the lord of Eregion to wait longer than he has to." She marched out of the shop Eryn desperately trying to keep up with her steps. 
"Did lord Celebrimbor say what this was about, my lady?" She asks
"If you don't know you are more vacant than an orc missing his brain" she replied. Eryn decided not to ask any more questions. 

Could this be a punishment? He clearly doesn't like her, why would he summon her in such a rush? Did the biscuits make him ill? Does he think she tried to kill him? Why send Galadriel of all people? She is the Commander of the Northern Armies. Why would she be sent unless she had done something truly evil? 
Does he know of her family? Could it be that? No… Nobody knew about that… did they?

These questions race through her mind. She tries to float above the rushing thoughts and she desperately focuses on not crying.

Both finally reach the Forge; the doors are open wide. She stops for a moment trying to catch her breath and take one last look at the sky. Unlike the first time they met, the sky is bright blue and there is not a single rain cloud in sight. It was still early morning still and the pinks in the sky still hadn't quite left. 

"This way." Galadriel waits for her to enter, though her foot is not tapping Eryn senses she wants to. She takes a deep breath and steals her nerves. 

She enters the Forge, it is a circle foyer with two sets of curving staircases that lead to a higher floor. There are a number of people moving through, all with purpose like they are cogs within a finely oiled machine. The floor is paved granite, and the walls are woodland green. Every bit of the wall is decorated with lots of different emblems, beautiful landscape paintings or ornate sculptures and weapons. Eryn spins slowly around absorbing all of the artistry. All are illuminated by the huge stained glass windows. Each window depicts an epic saga of the elves' journey through middle earth. 
The beauty in the craftsmanship of every detail shines but doesn't over power the others. Eryn stops for a second looking up at the crafting of the light of the sun. The ball of light almost perfectly matched the real thing that had begun to illuminate the window from behind. 

“This way!” Galadriel's voices shattered her observations. She saw Galadriel was already at the top of the stairs. She raced to catch up, tripping at the top step but managed to catch herself. Her face burned as she caught Galadriel rolling her eyes. 
“Lead the way m-my lady.” she said as she tried to retain some competency. Galadriel walks her down a small corridor and opens a door. It was an office room. No one was inside. She ushers her into the room.

The room itself is both large and homely. Every surface is covered in ornaments and trinkets, like they are all memories that should never be forgotten. 
The floors are wooden, large colourful rugs cover sections but there is the subtle wear on some of the wood grains, tracing out where someone has paced, frequently. At one end of the room there is a large desk covered with piles of paper and books, they had been left out so whoever had been there could return to their research without a single second lost. There is a grand fireplace that burns brightly, warming the room. There are large windows that lead to a balcony that overlooks the city. Near the doors there are a number of arm chairs arranged around an ornate coffee table. 

In any other situation, Eryn would have loved it. But right now it felt like a prison, a judgement room. The last place she would see a warm hearth. The room is oppressive, overcrowded, the ornaments and figurines watch her with judgment. She takes a shaky breath. She turns to see Lady Galadriel watching her. 
"Wait here, his lordship shall be with you soon." Galadriel stands in the doorway a moment longer and then turns, shutting the door behind her.

Eryn slowly looked back around the room unsure where to sit. Silence in the room hangs like a dagger over her head. She slumped to a chair near a window. Tears finally stung her face as fear truly grabs her and her mind races. She attempts to contain the sobs as she contemplates what punishment she is in store for. After some time she gets a handle on her breathing and the sobs grow to whimpers. 

“Okay, look” she says to the empty room “it cannot be that bad… unless it is” the takes another breath. “But even if it is that bad, you can handle it. You've been able to do it before. It was hard.” She points her finger to the middle distance “But we did it, we didn't ask for help the first time. We don't need any now” her voice took on some confidence, though tears still fell down her cheeks. She furiously wipes her face and sniffs. 
She realises there is a clock in the room, slowly ticking by the seconds. The chair is comfy and plush. The room smells like pine wood and fire. Her nerves begin to subside but not by much. 

“Even if he hates us, we can deal with anything.” Another shaky breath, followed by a wave of sadness. She watches tears drip on to her robe, darkening the brown fabric. 
She stops staring at her cloak as she hears the soft footsteps of someone who was waiting outside the door disappear quickly down the hall.

“I am in so much trouble” she said to the air. Tears once again brimming threatening to spill over.

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Celebrimbor stormed down the corridors of his forge. His wide shoulders are hunched and his arms are straight at his side. The scowl on his face was evident, but unfortunately for Fenrir, he was behind him, too busy desperately trying to keep up with his lordship to notice the expression.

He says between breaths. 

“My Lord, How can I-” Celebrimbor holds his hand up silencing the young elf. Fenrir then tries to fall in step behind Celebrimbor, unwittingly irritating him further. Celebrimbor abruptly stops and Fenrir has only a second to avoid colliding into the back of him.

“Fenrir. If you continue to follow me around like a lost pup I will be forced to start throwing things at you!” He said through gritted teeth. He scowls further when Fenrir opens his mouth to reply but he closes it quickly, deciding instead to bow and then taking a step back.   

Celebrimbor turns away and continues his stormfront down the stairs, holding onto the bannister, as he reaches the bottom he sees Aegon. He walks up to him, raising a finger to let the elf know not to talk.  

“Please go to Fenrir, make sure he has a job to do. He is following me around constantly!” He begins to walk away but stops himself. “Also ask him to come and see me before he goes home for the day. I am aware that I was abrupt with him. I wish to apologise to him.” He shook his head a little, as angry as he was it did not give him a reason to berate his apprentices.

“My Lord, it is his job to follow you. He is your newest attendant, he is learning how you like to work.” Angon states, they say it as if it was Celebrimbor's idea. The thin slice of patience he had just built snapped again.

“Fenrir is not an attendant, he is an apprentice. As my chief attendant, I would expect you to know the difference.” He growled inwardly “You know how I like to work, you teach him. I trust that given your experience, that would be no trouble for you.” He bored holes into Angon's face, but as always his chief attendant remained impassive. Simply nodding and stepping away heading to the staircase. Celebrimbor took a death breath. He would have to apologise for that later as well. Though he would restate he still disliked new staff following him around. He always felt like a bird being watched by a hunter that was waiting for him to trip up and land in his trap.  He shook the feeling away and continued his path. 

He kept his eyes forward, not acknowledging anyone else. The fewer people he spoke to the fewer apologies he would have to make later. He also guessed most would also avoid him, as his expression clearly showed his sour mood. The only person who would still try to talk to him would be… Maltas. The very man who was walking up to him at this moment. Celebrimbor's heart sank a little, the energy from his anger dissipating as it sank.

“My Lord Celebrimbor, Just the person I wished to speak to!” The elfs round face beamed, completely unaware of the storm brewing just under Celebrimbor’s face. “I wish to have your final input on the latest supply orders. Are you in need of any particular imports for your latest creations?” He took out a small notebook from his vest pocket, followed by a delicate pencil that he tapped on the blank pages. Celebrimbor, inwardly resolved to not make any more apologies today, forced a smile. 

“Maltas, I will definitely have an answer for you. But I will have to get back to you on that query as I am running late and just heading-” 

“My Lord this will take just a second of your time. I do not require it to be precise. Just the closest number and I will do the rest.” The man's smile somehow grew larger. Celebrimbor took a second, staring at the man, imagining a few creative ways he could dress the man down with words as sharp as a dagger. He let those images go as he took a breath placing a hand on the man's shoulder. 

“As I said, I am running late. I will give you accurate  numbers when I have the time. Unlike you” He squeezed the man's shoulder “I am not suited to working with guesswork. I prefer to be as precise as I can.” He winked at him and then quickly marched down the hall before Maltas could say anything else.   

He avoided any further conversation until he reached his destination. He flung the door open, not bothering to knock. The door banged loudly into the wall announcing his entrance as he allowed his dampened anger to relight.

"Before I say anything further, I need to know, while you were off killing the orcs did you happen to lose your brain. Or did you in fact insult my guest on purpose?" He glowered at Galadriel as she sat reading by the window. The golden morning sunlight lit her hair as if she was an angel. Her casual beauty enraged him further.

“What do you mean, My lord?” She turned a page in her book, not yet acknowledging him properly.

“Eryn is in my office weeping!” He grabbed the door, this time flinging it closed, the wall shuddered as it slammed into the doorway. He walked forward into the centre of the room. “As I instructed you to not involve anyone else in this house. You are the only person who has spoken to her. What. Did. You. Say." he said. A small part of his brain told him he should calm down, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. 

"Nothing that could be considered insulting if that is what you mean." She dismissed it easily, turning another page. Celebrimbor’s eye twitched.

"Well now I understand why the High King sent you!" The words flew out of his mouth with precision. She promptly shut the book with a snap, narrowing her eyes at the wall. 

"What are you implying!" She whipped around only now, truly engaged in the conversation. 

“You have been sent away from the king like a troublesome child!” He smiled as she rose to his insult.

“You couldn’t possibly dare to assume the king's mind on this subject! What has he told you!” She walked up to him, challenging him to a fight. One that Celebrimbor was ready for. 

“He has told me nothing!” He took on an air of authority “But this is what I do know. His lordship does not send anyone here to announce his arrival!” He pointed at her. “His lordship comes whenever he wishes, I have an entire wing reserved in my home for the very possibility that he might show up.” he towered over Galadriel but she stood defiant. “He sent you weeks ahead of him. I would say he needs a break from you. Lords knows I could do with one.” He said

"Watch your words, my lord. I wouldn't dare speak for the high king!" she quickly retorted. 

"I would dare, you haven't been here 3 days and you have managed to ruin any semblance of peace I had!" He ran a hand through his hair, one curl fell in front of his vision.

"Well perhaps you shouldn't have sent a commander to do a servant's job!" she crossed her arms refusing to concede.

"I didn't send a servant because I wished there to be discretion!" He said exasperated she still wasn't getting the point. "I didn't even send the Commander of the Northern Armies to summon her. I sent… my friend." He watched as Galadriel was finally disarmed. "I sent you because I thought I could keep your trust!" He allowed his hurt to finally show on his face and he sighed. “Or did I ask too much?” 

“You sent me to find a woman you met once, in a city I haven't been to in decades. Do you realise how many bakeries there are in this city?" she raised her eyebrow not expecting an answer. 

"There are six." he said with irritation still in his chest and shoulders. 

"I was in five of them before I found her!" she said, still trying to prove her point.

"Slayer of orcs and ice trolls but you fall apart talking to bakers?" Celebrimbor couldn't help the smile on his face. Which he could see only irritated Galadriel more. 

"If you must know, yes." She finally said, looking at him with a pained expression that Celebrimbor couldn’t quite place. Celebrimbor finally loosened the grip anger had on his tone.

"I need you to apologise to Eryn. Knowing you she thinks she is going to be hung from the highest building and interrogated for information" He laughed a little reliving some of his stress. Galadriel made no moves just staring at him. “I mean now!” He gestured to the door. She held his gaze a moment longer, sighing deeply. 

“You really do like her don't you?” she said as she walked past him. Celebrimbor simply rolled his eyes and held open the door. “I am glad you have found someone.” she said quietly. The words hit Celebrimbor with sudden emotion. He did like Eryn, though if it could be anything more than that he refused to think about it until Eryn wanted to open that door. After today’s events he suspected that door would likely be shut for a while, if not forever. He cleared his throat.

“We shall have to see” He forced a smile. “Well so long as you haven’t scared her off. We shall hopefully be able to find out.”

They both exit the room, Celebrimbor quietly closes the door behind him. It closes with a soft click. Galadiel stood just in front of him, unable to move further forward. 

“Are you marching me down there yourself?” She turned back to him. He tilted his head, frowning. 

“No” he said carefully “You are the commander of the Northern armies after all. I should think, you have apologized before?”  He watched her as she slowly nodded. “Or I can come with you. If you need me to?” His frown grew more worried as questions about her resurfaced. Her uncertainty was still new to him, what had she seen? 

“No, I can talk to your baker” She took on an air of confidence “I only have to apologise and then you can take her to what you have planned.” She waved her hand at him.

“How do you know I had something planned?” He asked.

“It is you Celebrimbor, you always have something planned.” She smiled “To the untrained eye it will look spur of the moment but it will all move like the well oiled gears of the fine grandfather clock.” She said, turning and moving down the corridor towards his study.

“I need to speak to Maltas” He called after her. “Just order some tea and I shall not be long.” He played with his fingers as he watched her walk away for a moment. He shook himself out of the stare and took his own path down the stairs. He sighed, all this excitement and it wasn’t even time for breakfast tea yet. Hopefully Maltas had some sense not to keep him. He smiled to himself knowing that was very unlikely.

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Eryn sits curled up her knees pressed to her chest, giving herself a tight hug. She breathes shakily, peering over the edge of her knees. Her ears strain to hear any more noises outside the room. No one else had come near the room since she heard the soft footsteps disappear. She had stayed motionless for so long she could feel her legs seizing up. 

She jumps out of her skin when there is a knock at the door. She gets up catching herself as her knee gives way. The door opens.

“Excuse me, Lady Eryn” Lady Galadriel steps into the room, her feet making no sounds on the floor. She was not irritated or angry. Eryn immediately courtesies, keeping her eyes to the floor. “No, no please my lady.” She rushes forward picking her back up, as she takes her hands Eryn freezes. Both women take a moment, unsure what to say next. Eryn looks at the greatest elven warrior of any recent age, she seemed to be filtering through different scenarios, Indecisive. She decided to take a step towards an apology.

“My lady, if I have caused any offence-” Eryn began.“No, it is me. I should apologise” She looked at her, her eyes intense. “I allowed my feelings to pollute my actions toward you.” She frowned a little “I was impatient and unkind.” She seemed to fumble over the words, her eyes flicking between the floor and Eryn's eyes. 

“Lady Galadriel, what do you mean?” Eryn asked conscious Galadriel still held her hands “Why would you apologise?”

“I offended you.” She looked at her with determination. “I was gravely mistaken, please accept my sincerest apologies. Whatever I can do to make up for it.” Eryn stares at her in confusion, as the lady Galadriel apologises to her. She has no words.
“M-my Lady, I am afraid I don't understand. I thought I had offended his lordship and you!” She tries to stop her voice from shaking. 

“No, I was asked to bring you here so his lordship might speak to you” she paused and she saw her mind filtering through words “he wished to… continue your conversation from earlier. He said it would be detailed properly in his letter?” She said carefully. “Letter?” Eryn stepped back. “The letter I gave to you, you read it in the bakery.” Galadriel said as she gestured to Eryn’s bag. She realised she still had it over her shoulder. 

“The letter? The letter you gave me… that I definitely read” She reached into her bag trying to find the unread letter, only finding old notes for recipes. She felt Galadriel watching her with concentration. Eryn’s cheeks flushed under the observation. She finally reached the rolled letter, she could feel the broken wax seal, it began to melt a little under her hot fingers. 

“You didn’t read it.” Galadriel said. “Maybe read that now then? And I can get us some tea?” She started to walk back to the door.

“Tea?” Eryn repeated. Her fingers hadn’t left the letter.

“You do drink tea don’t you?” Galadriel asked.

“Yes… Sorry, yes I do drink tea. That is a good idea I think.” Eryn looked into the middle distance and then shook her head refocusing on Galadriel. 

“I will leave you to your reading” She walked out of the room leaving Eryn alone. Quickly she pulled out the letter, her hands shook as she unfurled it. The neat handwriting of Celebrimbor came back into view. Her hands still shaking, she took a deep breath. Steadying herself, she began to read.

My Lady Eryn,

Please forgive the formality and the brief nature of this letter. I am writing this in a meeting where the coin master is talking about the implications of taxing stone imported from our dwarven neighbours. I must admit the man has a joy in looking at the most boring things. We are currently on minute 25 of what has become now a lecture, with no signs of stopping. And I find my mind in these moments drifting to our conversation by the river. And how I was pulled away from it most abruptly.

I hope it is not too forward to say that my mind drifts to you often since our meeting. Our conversation came about on a day that for me had been like many others, but with you I enjoyed getting to know you even while we were soaked in the rain.

I would be overjoyed to converse with you again and get to know you better. Your biscuits were most enjoyable, and I wish to know how you came up with this recipe.

I do not yet know how this will get to you but I must meet with you again. My hope is that this letter has arrived in the most discreet manner possible, but unfortunately due to my responsibilities I cannot guarantee this.

The person who brings this letter has been instructed to bring it to you at a time I will be able to give you the attention you deserve.

I hope to see you soon.

Lord Celebrimbor

She reads the letter over and over a few times. She laughed and rerolls the letter placing it back in her bag. Celebrimbor had tried his best to be discreet and kind. But sending an irritated Galadriel was a misstep that had made her think the exact opposite.  

“Is everything okay?” Galadriel had slipped back in now holding a teatray. She walked up to the coffee table. 

“Yes, you were right, the letter does explain everything. My Lady.” she smiles at Galadriel. “I should have read it before I had a… small panic attack.” She sat down on the plush chairs relaxing into the cushions.
“I am glad, given the… delicate nature of his heart he often works too hard for things to blow up in his face.” She looks off as if looking at a memory through the window. “Though it is usually me who is the cause of it” She added quickly. Eryn just laughed 

“Well at least it’s not just you anymore. You can add me to the list of people who ruin Lord Celebrimbor's plans” She smiled at Galadriel, she reached for the pot of tea and poured a little in the bottom. It was red brown with a slight edge of gold, brewed to perfection. She poured out two cups leaving room for milk. “Do you take sugar?” She asked.

“No thank you, just milk.” Eryn poured in the milk and carefully offered it to Galadriel. Eryn gives herself a spoonful of sugar stirring it in. She leans back into her chair following Galadriel's gaze out of the window. Eryn stays quiet allowing the silence to grow comfortable. 

“You are an interesting one.” Galadriel broke the silence.

“Really? I don’t mean to be.”

“I know many an elf who would have ran as soon as I had dragged you to this room.” She says with a small frown. 

“Well… given that I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to leave. Running away wasn’t an option.” She smiles into her cup, as she takes a sip. “But I suppose I would have stayed even if I knew I could leave.”

“Why?” 

“I had too many questions.” She shrugged “and I wanted my biscuit box back.” She laughed. Galadriel looked at her as if Eyrn’s laugh revealed her inner thoughts.

“Everything is slotting into place now. You met him by the river didn’t you?” 

“I did, I presented him with a gift of biscuits.” She couldn’t help the smile. “The box was a loan.”

“Ah yes, they were quite delightful, Lord Celebrimbor allowed me to sample them. You are very kind with your gifts.” She said 

“That is high praise indeed. Master Angon will be overjoyed when I tell him.” She preened at the praise. 

“Is he a master baker?” She asked 

“He is, I wished to learn all of his skills when I joined his bakery.” 

“Wished? Do you no longer wish for that goal?” 

“Well... I have enjoyed his teachings though I am only refining my skills now.” She said, raising her eyebrows.

“You are looking for something new?” She asked

“I’m not entirely sure.” She looked out of the window “I could continue learning, but-” 

“You are not sure if you want to.” Galadriel completed.

“Yes.” She said carefully, “You are very direct.” Galariel stopped mid sip of her cup.

“I apologise,” Her voice took a note of irritation “I haven’t offended you again, have I?”

“No, no. Though I am starting to see why we started off on the wrong foot.” Eyrn smiled.

“You are interesting, insightful and a masterful baker.” Galadriel tilted her head “How does one so young become a paragon at so many things?” She asked. 

“I would definitely not call myself that.” Eyrn laughed.

“You must have started early then?” 

“Well yes, my training started young. My grandmother would often ask me to talk to people first to see if she should trade with them. She didn’t like wasting her time.”

“Your grandmother sounds like a woman after my own mind.”

“I suppose she would be.” “You would definitely like her.” 

“Did your parents also teach you early?”

“No, I lived with my grandmother after my parents died. I went to live with her in the forests not too far from this city.”

“I am sorry for your loss.” 

“Thank you, but I was quite young. I only wished I could have known them better.” 

“It is always a great loss, even if we are not prepared to know what we have lost.” Galadriel says in a measured voice.

“You are kind enough to say so, my lady.” Eryn places her cup back down on the table. Galadriel smiles for the first time, it is trustworthy and strong. The smile retreats and she goes into a reflective frown 

“Thank you”

“What for?” 

“For being easy to talk to… As you are acutely aware, I am not the best at… People.” She wafted her hand to the window and the city below. “It does not come easily to me.”

“Well you do remind me of conversations with my grandmother.” She grins at Galadriel's reaction. “You might even be older than her” Galadriel now raises an eyebrow, a small grin pulling at the corners of her mouth. 

“You are very brave, considering my blade is as sharp as your wit.” A small spark in her eye. 

“I might be a baker, but I did grow up in the woods, there were many monsters who feared my arrows.” 

“You are full of surprises, can you backup your boasting with actual skill?” 

“Some skill, yes, though I doubt I could best you in a fair fight.” 

“Real fights are not often fair.” Galadriel became serious. “You must take every advantage, even if you face me in practice.” Her eyes looked Eryn over with a new inspection. Eryn thought for a moment, as an idea and an opportunity presented itself. 

“I have an offer for you then, my Lady. I wish for you to teach me some things about your blade.” She pulls her legs up onto the chair crossing them. “In return, I can teach you things about people?” 

“My blade? It is not particularly special. Though it is finely made” Galadriel frowns with some confusion.

“Well, not exactly what I meant.” Eryn smiles again. “I was asking you to teach me your craft, as a warrior. I would like you to teach me to fight.” Galadriel looks at her for a moment. 

“But you have just said you know how to fight?” She can’t hide her shock.

“Not properly. I am good with a bow my grandmother made sure I was. But anything else is well, I’ve not had the opportunity” She gets a little self conscious as Galadriel looks her over, and sizes her up. 

“Okay, though after you try it your future as a master baker might change.” She looks out the window “The rush and the skill is almost addictive.” Galadriel looked back to her, seeing the face of someone who was eager to learn and nodded. “Yes, I will teach you to master the skills of the blade” Galadriel settles into her chair again. “You can teach me the skills of ‘people’” She laughs at herself “Elrond will be most impressed if I do improve with your help.” 

“Will he now?” Celebrimbor’s voice startles both of them. He stood at the door gently closing the door behind them. He looks at Galadriel with a knowing smile. Eryn catches a small eye roll from Galadriel. “My lady Galadriel, thank you for looking after my friend Eryn”  

“I think I might even be considered Galadriel’s friend also at this point?” Eryn smiles at Galadriel and they both share a laugh. Celebrimbor smiles, missing what was funny. 

“Well you must pour me a cup, I don’t want to feel left out!” He picks up the final cup on the tray and Galadriel fills it. He reached for the sugar and stirred in a single lump. “So what did I miss?” 

“Lady Eryn has agreed to teach me her ways of conversation.” She gestured to Eryn 

“And in return Lady Galadriel has agreed to teach me how to use a blade.” Taking a sip of her tea. 

“My goodness, Elrond will be impressed” Celebrimbor smiles. “We have a number of weeks before he arrives with the high king. Do you think there will be a marked improvement by then?” 

“You dare!” Galadriel pointed at him.

“What? It is a fair question. Elrond has the gift of a silver tongue and yours is lead!” 

“You of all people should know any metal can be improved!” Eryn interjected with a smile “My lord” she added, a little worried she went too far. Celebrimbor laughs. 

“You are truly the best one to teach our dear Galadriel.” He smiles, “I might even have to take a few lessons.” 

“I highly doubt you would need any, my lord.” Eryn smiled. 

“High praise indeed” Galadriel shot a knowing smile to Eryn. 

There was a knock on the door, and a familiar attendant entered the room.

“My lord, do you require anything?” he said with a slight bow.

“I think another pot of tea would be lovely” he looked at Eryn and Galadriel. “perhaps the sweetened spiced blend?”

“Of course my lord, will that be for three?” the attendant asked. 

“No, for two I should think,” Galadriel interrupted, going back to her formal manner of speaking. She finished her tea and put it back on the tray. “I shall take my leave before I am the cause for more offence.” She stood up, “Thank you again Eryn for your kindness and your forgiveness” she gave a slight bow. Eryn blushing at the formality.

“There is no need, it was all a misunderstanding, my lady.” Eryn got up herself performing a half curtsy. 

“If you have the time, I encourage you to join me at the training grounds. It's high time we discovered just how much I would have to share with you."

“Yes of course! What time in the morning, I would not wish to keep you waiting.” 

“Before sunrise. That way we can be sure few would disturb us.” 

“I look forward to it, Thank you again, my lady.” She went to curtsy again and stopped herself and simply went with a nod. Galadriel nodded and bowed to Celebrimbor.

“Enjoy the rest of your day … my friend.” Celebrimbor stood up, placing a hand on Galadriel. 

“You are truly the grandest of friends, please enjoy your afternoon. I must speak to you soon regarding the preparations for the high king's arrival.”

“Of course my lord, please have me summoned when you are free” she turned and followed the attendant out of the door. 

Silence fell on the room again and Eryn saw Celebrimbor grow nervous. She turned the edge of her cup so the handle was easy to reach, there was a slight squeak as it moved against the saucer. She looked around the room ensuring they were alone. 

“So Celebrimbor…” she paused seeing if he now wished to be called by his proper titles, he simply slipped his cup. "I must thank you for your letter. It is something I will treasure for a long time." the corners of Eryns vision picked up the slight blush of Celebrimbor's cheeks 

"I was worried I was too... well.. you know" He trailed off. 

"I will freely admit it was my first time receiving one like it. If it is okay with you I will keep it as a reminder of our friendship." 

“You give me lots of praise, though I will admit I feel unworthy to receive it given how your day started.” 

"Perhaps you should check you have not offend your messenger before you send for me again." She smirked. He opening his mouth and then closed it smiling with a sigh. 

"I should have really known before I asked her. I will admit to trying to accomplish many things with one task." He said sheepishly. 

"So I am just one of the birds you attempted to hit then?" She raised an eyebrow.

"No not at all, I just didn’t want my-” He paused “I didn't wish for my attendants to gossip about you!" Celebrimbor said with slight panic. "I was also attempting to... well. I was also attempting to give Lady Galadriel the opportunity to relax and see the city by herself." He rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Though I know see I should have just asked you to talk to her. Not the other way around." He berated himself.

"You had no way to know we would get on, or that I would want to talk to her." Eryn attempted to soothe him. 

"That might be true, but I do know Galadriel. I have known her all my life." He smiled looking to a history Eryn didn't yet know, but she wished to find out 

"Lady Galadriel is a wonderful person once you get past the worry and battle- Ready-ness? Not sure that is a word." 

"It definitely conveys the right meaning." He relaxed a little "I really do apologise, if i had-" 

"Please Celebrimbor, apologies have been accepted. If you continue to doubt my forgiveness, that is when I would truly be frustrated." She said firmly but kindly. Celebrimbor closed his mouth again, another apology already on his lips. "You are very kind to make sure I am okay. But for future reference, Once I forgive I forget. Holding on to grudges is tiring." 

"Very well" he nodded solemnly "I will keep that in mind." They fell into a silence, but not one of lack of things to say. Eryn was brimming with questions. She wished to know the elf lord better, but where to start?

“May I ask you a question?” Celebrimbor asked, halting her flood own of questions.

“You can always ask. Whether I answer is up to me.” She smiled. Celebrimbor simply nodded. 

“Do you believe in second chances?” He said simply. Eryn peered at him, she took a moment to think of her answer. His face was inscrutable, the only thing that betrayed him was the tapping of his index finger as he waited on her response. 

“Yes, I do.” She said carefully. “I would have thought that was obvious.” 

“Really?” He said his voice changed slightly as the door opened. "I would love to hear more of that in a moment. Fenrir thank you for bringing this up to us. Please just pop it on the table." 

"Of course sir. There are some biscuits as requested." He placed the tray on the table soundlessly. He then waited for further instructions. Eryn flicked her eyes between the attendant and Celebrimbor. 

"That will be all for now.” He paused for a moment and then added “please do not disturb me further. If I need you I shall ring” The attendant gave a slight nod, eyeing Eryn but saying nothing. Silently he left the room, closing the door behind him. 

“At least now we won't be disturbed unless something is truly urgent” he smiled checking the tea that was brewing in the cup. “These look interesting, I wonder where these came from” he held up an iced biscuit that was decorated with blue sunflowers. Eryn's eyes grew wide when she realised they were the very biscuits she had iced that morning. 

“How on earth did you-?” She reached forward and took the one held in Celebrimbor's hand. 

“I was going to eat that?” Celebrimbor looked very confused. Eryn shook herself realising she had just taken the biscuit straight out of his lordship's hand. She shifted her focus to him in horror at what she had just done. 

“I-I- er” she quickly placed the biscuit back in his hand and scrambled back to her seat. “I think I iced those this morning-" her entire body felt hot and cold at the same time. 

“Really?” He looked both shocked and amused. “I had these fetched from the bakery as a back up if you didn't have time to bring your own baked goods.” He paused letting her sit in her embarrassment a moment longer “They are from my favourite bakery” 

“What?” she could only stare in disbelief. 

“The bakery is about a 10 minute walk from here. Near the south entrance to the city. There is a mouse with a spoon, chasing a cake as the emblem” he looked at her waiting for her to catch up. 

“But that is… where I work.” She stared still in shock, currently unable to shake it. 

“Not so mysterious of a baker then, are we?” he smiled. Eryn noticed that when he smiled his cheeks lifted, creasing his eyes making them shine brighter. 

“I think you cheated.” She frowned.

“That is hardly fair, I had never seen you in that bakery ever!” 

“Still you conspired with.. With someone. Angon or... or Quanta?” 

“No” he placed his hand on his heart “I promise that I never have nor will I ever conspire with anyone within your fine bakery” he chuckled. “Unless absolutely necessary” He added, a mischievous hint in his face. 

Eryn took several deep breaths. Her mind was still racing at the series of coincidences that led to this. It was ridiculous. 

“Fine, yes. I work at the cake and mouse bakery but I've worked there for about 30 years as apprentice to Angon the master baker there” she could still feel her cheeks burning red but they had started to cool down slightly. 

“Did you always wish to become a master baker?” He asked. 

“I suppose, It was my grandmother who taught me, and coming to the city I found myself apprenticing to a few different bakers. Before I met Master Angon. He was patient and let me experiment so I enjoyed working there.” She said answering the question for a second time that day.

“You didn't enjoy the others?” He looked at her genuinely interested in her answer. 

“They had their merits, but they taught” she thought how best to put it politely, remembering the many letters of rage she sent to her grandmother. “They taught their way, which was good experience for me but eventually we didn't- well we didn't make a great partnership.”

“So you believe in second chances, except in your personal training as a baker?” Celebrimbor said.

“I can assure you that second, third, and even fourth chances were extended," she said gently, a small smile forming. "However, there comes a time when it's necessary to move forward. This allows all to find closure and prevent long term harm."

“Are you sure you're not a member of the royal court? That was the most delicate way to say I hated working there I have ever heard” he chuckled. 

“Well, the last thing I should do is bad mouth other bakers to the lord of the city!” she said.

“More court-like behavior. Not showing who your favorite is, unless people are in the know.” He smiled, enjoying what he was learning about her. Eryn found it a little uncomfortable. “If you are well versed in this speech, like me, your meaning is plain.” He finished with a small shrug. 

“You made me sound sinister” she said thoughtfully.

“It's diplomatic speech that leaves the important information in the shadows to make sure those listening aren't offended. But those who know, understand the real meaning” he raised an eyebrow “it usually takes years to master but you naturally have the gift”

“My aim was not to hide truths in the shadows. That is never my intention. I just know how speech can be hurtful, unintended or otherwise.” She grew a little distant remembering when she first arrived at the grand city. Celebrimbor leaned forward and placed a hand on Eryn's knee. 

“Those who speak carelessly often find themselves in need of the very ones they offended” he leaned back. “I must apologise, if my own meaning was callous.” His expression shifted to concern. “I often get carried away with my wording sometimes.” 

“I understand your meaning, I had never heard it from that perspective.” She looked outside. “I had never thought it could be applied in that way. Do you use the skill often?” 

“Leadership often puts you in a position where causing offence may start a war, particularly if you deal with dwarven princes.” He tried to lighten the mood. “It is essential if anyone wishes to lead, it allows many people to see their intentions in your words.” He picked another biscuit. “May I ask another question, not as deeply emotional as my first I promise” 

“Always.” She smiled, “You can always ask.” Celebrimbor smiled remembering where the repetition came from.

“May I ask about your reaction regarding the biscuits. How did you know they were yours, surely they aren't that distinctive?” he looked at her quizzically.

“Well actually they are, I had made a mistake this morning using blue icing so I am very aware of what they look like” Eryn grew a little shy. 

“Why would blue icing be incorrect? It has a wonderful blueberry flavour.” he eyed the biscuits again, seeing which he sample next.

“Well they were supposed to be sunflowers” She said, holding one up showing him the design, he leaned forward to get a better look.

“Ah, that makes sense then” he smiled “I must say I find it does enhance the flavour” he finished off the remains of the biscuit by dipping it in his tea. 

“Please don't tell me you dip your biscuits in your tea!” Eryn was outraged. 

“Why not! I love the taste, it also softens the biscuit so it's easier to eat.” He recoiled slightly, shocked.

“But you end up with soggy crumbs in your tea!” She scolded.

“Not if you are careful” he smiled smugly “the integrity of the biscuit is not compromised so stays intact.” He notes. Eryn narrowed her eyes in disbelief.

“You can't possibly guarantee that every time you dip a biscuit!” 

“Well… no. But to me the taste is worth the risk!” 

“Absolutely not, tea and soggy crumbs ruin the entire thing” she shook the horrid thought out of her head. “I have never and will never do so.” 

“Well” he said, picking up another biscuit “you are missing out” and dunked the second one in his tea, clearly enjoying her horror.

“Monster, you're a monster!” Eryn withdrew her own cup away from him.

“Excuse you, I'm not the one in the habit of stealing biscuits right from people's hands. That. Is truly a monstrous act.” He said in a very matter of fact manner. Eryn's mouth fell open at the accusation. He dunked the biscuit again, threateningly.

“My lord. Would you dare say that about me?” She took on an aghast face. He smiled 

“I would dare, in fact I would go further. I would challenge you.” he held out the biscuit to her. “You can't say you don’t like it till you have tried it” the half dipped biscuit hung in front of her. She frowned at it, but gingerly took the biscuit from him. She inspected it further, and then gently sniffed it. 

“It's not poisonous! It's-” he paused thinking of the right word. “Enhanced.” Eryn raised an eyebrow questioningly. 

“Very well, but when I am proven right. You will be very sorry.” she said resignedly.

“I don't think I will,” he smirked. 

Eryn took a tiny bite of the biscuit. Immediately the flavour of the spiced tea enhanced the fruit flavours of the biscuit. It was too late. He had already seen her reaction “Told you!” he said triumphantly.

“You must be very impressed with yourself, but I still refuse to risk crumbs in my tea.” She finished the biscuit. “See I will now have to have 2 cups of tea all to myself! I will look very strange.” She spoke as her thoughts rushed past, begrudging him for his horribly good idea.

“Or you could just use my cup.” he interrupted.

Before she could respond there was a knock at the door. 

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Eryn heard the door open as it moved along the thick carpet. She resisted the urge to turn and look at who entered. It somehow felt rude, whoever it was had most certainly not come to talk to her. It definitely didn’t concern her, so looking felt like an intrusion on Celebrimbor's privacy.

“My Lord, deeply apologise for the interruption, I know you asked not to be disturbed,” Celebrimbor's eye flicked to Eryn with a quick smile like he had been caught out by a teacher. “However, we are in dire need of you in the forge.” Eryn watched the Celebrimbor raise an eyebrow.

“The forge? What could possibly be so important in the forge. I wasn't planning to even light it today, Aegon?” Celebrimbor looked very confused. Eryn heard the attendant take a step forward.

“It is not the forge itself, it is who is in the forge. And the fact that now they will not leave.” She could hear the slight nervousness.

“Well out with it then, no need to drag this further than we need too. You may speak freely.” He said now a little irritated the information was being drip fed.

“It's… Narvi sir” the elf said quickly.

“Well, that certainly explains it then” he quickly got up. “What does he want this time?”

“We told him you were not available to see him and he has become…” There was a pause.

“Difficult, Obstinate and ill-tempered?” Celebrimbor offered 

“Those are words you choose to use my lord.” The attendant said diplomatically. 

“Let me guess again then, you have had your life threatened or worse your ability to drink strong liquor has been endangered?” 

“I believe he thinks that is the more serious threat of the many he hurled, my lord.” 

“Indeed, heavens forbid if you are unable to drink whisky. A serious disability that would be for an elf.” He chuckled at his own joke. “We must rescue those poor people.” Celebrimbor turned his attention to Eryn and held out a hand. She looked at him a moment unsure what he was asking with the gesture. 

“Would you like to accompany me to the forge?” He asked

“On any other occasion the answer to that would be yes my lord. However you have both described a beastly monster in the room. It does not sound very appealing.” She looked at him with slight concern. 

“Oh come now, don’t tell me you’ve never spent time with an angry dwarf?” His hand still stayed out inviting her to join him still. 

“Enough to know that whatever you have done to cause that much anger you would be using me as a shield.” she said pointedly

“Exactly, but hopefully it won’t have to come to that.” He smiled, “not at your first meeting anyway.” They both laughed. She finally took his hand and he slipped her arm under him. She turned and noticed a small look from Aegon, but Celebrimbor simply grasped her hand and took her out of the room. Aegon bowed his head slightly as they left. 

Walking down these corridors now was very different from the first time she was brought through them. There were more people rushing around, but they all stopped and gave Celebrimbor a small head bow as he walked passed. Eryn could feel eyes on her, seemingly sensing her hesitation Celebrimbor gently tapped her hand, pulling her concentration with them as they walked. 

“I must confess, using you as a shield is a very good joke but the man did throw a creasing hammer at me once” he smiled jokingly 

“If he hit you in the head, that would explain your willingness to use me as a form of defence.” She gestured at herself to prove the point. “I am not built to take a hammer to the face.” Celebrimbor kept looking forward but she caught the brightness of his eyes looking at her. 

“Narvi talks with all the rage of a hurricane but in actual practice he is as tame as a mouse. But don't ever tell him I said that” he laughed nervously. “But wherever his bluster I am sure we won’t resort to anything more than strong words.”

They both descended the stairs, Eryn admired the stained glass windows again. She pulled at his arm a little, slowing them both down.

“You must tell me who created these fine designs. They capture the light beautifully” she said leaning slightly on his arm so she could look up at them better. 

“I did.” She could feel his pride radiating from him like a fire. “It was the first thing I designed for the forge. I wished for our history to be depicted. Those who fought for our peace in the first age enabled creation like this city to take place in the second.” He beamed. 

“It is truly beautiful. How did you manage to capture the light of the sun in the glass?” 

“That is a clever question!” He chuckled “but that is a closely guarded secret” he winked at her. 

“Now look at who is being mysterious.” They both laughed. They reached the closed doors of the forge. Eryn stopped for a moment. 

“Are you sure I'm allowed in here?” 

“It is my forge, why wouldn't you be allowed in?” He asked confused

“What if someone is offended that I'm there. Narvi is a dwarf. Could I cause some kind of political incident?” 

“If any incident is caused it will be squarely down to Narvi and would be nothing to do with you.” he looked at her panic and thought for a moment “if it makes you happier simply say you are my guest who's travelled from Lindon” she thought a moment at the suggestion. 

“That may work unless they actually know me” her worry at getting him in trouble would not go away. He smiled.

“Let's cross that bridge, if we get to it. Not before” he looked at her. His confidence was infectious.

“Very well. But if I end up getting you in trouble it's your fault not mine.” she tensed a little under his arm and he laughed pushing the door open. Holding on to her but stepping slightly to the side letting her see the room.

It was huge. With large windows that faced the river, allowing the light from the day to fill the room. The forge itself was unlit but the temperature in the room was still significantly heightened. Intricate designs followed up the chimney giving it a homely feel despite its size. A set of large bellows sat close to it, all its air expended waiting to be filled again. Near to it was an anvil that looked like it was made of bronze, its edges worn away after many uses but carefully looked after. Overhead there were large chandeliers that also remained unlit but still added light as the daylight reflected off the gleaming polished metal.

Rows of tools hang from the wall. Some she could identify, others she had no idea what they could be used for. Her eyes focused in on the workbench closest to the window, covered with plans, half made delicate designs and a magnifying glass that enlarged a ring inset with a garnet gem.

There were a few people in the room already. One of which was a dwarf who was in the middle of shouting. 

“If you don’t get that elfs pointed ears in this room right now I will kick your butt from here to Valinor myself! And another thing I will make sure your fac-” 

“Narvi!” Celebrimbor interrupted before the insults got too personal. “My friend, how blessed we are to have you visit us on such a fine day.” He beamed and opened his arms wide welcoming the dwarf. 

“There you are, you old bit of boot leather!” Narvi smiles, all anger from previous seconds dropped. He approaches Celebrimbor as if for a hug and then wacks him in the arm “You slippery git!” The anger returned quicker than it left. Eryn noticed all the other elves in the room silently filed out. 

“Ow what was that for?!” Celebrimbor took a step away. Rubbing his arm profusely. 

“You know what that was for! Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” The dwarf's face grew red.

“Notice what? You tiny excuse for a Nadorhaum (cowardly dog)” Celebrimbor said, rubbing his arm.

“You little-! I know what that means now! Kosez dan menu rukhs (you're uglier than an orc)” Narvi fired back. Celebrimbor drew himself up to his full height, looking like he was about to throw the dwarf across the room. Eryn moved herself forward before her common sense could stop her.

“My Lord, I thought you said violence would be unlikely!” Eryn interrupted with some fear in her voice. 

“I did. Clearly! I was mistaken!” Celebrimbor looked pointedly at Narvi. 

“Who in the hells is this now!” Narvi looks Eryn up and down.

“This.” Celebrimbor took a breath “This is Eryn, a friend, she wished to see the forge.” Celebrimbor was furious but still introduced her. 

“Oh really? A friend?” Narvi narrows his eyes at Eryn who decided to awkwardly wave at him. “You should be careful before making friends with this elf.” Narvi said to Eryn. “He steals everything!”

“Narvi I-” Celebrimbor said exasperatedly. He stopped himself from finishing the sentence he was planning “What is the issue?”

“You stole it!”

“For Eru’s sake! What could I have stolen?” 

“My design! You stole my design” 

“I have no idea what you are talking about?” Celebrimbor crossed his arms. Narvi had started to pace up and down the room. 

“The new Warhammer you sent as a gift!” The dwarf stepped up to Celebrimbor, his finger pointing accusingly. “That was my design!” Celebrimbor looked at him a moment longer and then his eyebrows raised.

 “Oh right” he visibly relaxed “Of course that was your design. I never said it was my design. I just simply… improved upon it… Greatly” 

“That's it! I am going to split your skull with the damned hammer!” Narvi raged. 

“You can certainly try! Though I doubt you could reach” Celebrimbor taunted. The dwarf looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. 

“My lord Narvi!” Eryn rushed forward standing between the two. “Surely we can talk about this!” 

“We can talk about it when this Gurnvos’comys (Tree Hugger) Apologies!”

“I have no idea what that means but I am sure it was hurtful… and unnecessary” Eryn looked down at the dwarf. “Both of you should apologise!” Eryn looked between both of them.

“What! But he is the one who started it!” Narvi protested. Eryn sighed inwardly. 

“My Lord Celebrimbor?” She looked at the lord whose jaw had tensed, both elves stared at each other for a moment. Eryn looked at him pointedly, willing him to apologise first. Finally Celebrimbor sighed. 

“My deepest apologies, Lord Narvi. You know I would never wish offence.” He bowed slightly. Narvi tutted and finally resigned to letting go of his own anger.

“I apologise to My Lord Celebrimbor. I also never wished offence.” he held a stare with Celebrimbor for a moment. “Also sorry for calling you names” he quickly added.

“All is forgotten” Celebrimbor smiled 

“We should have had this elf around before now. She makes you less stubborn.” Narvi laughed, elbowing Eryn in the side. 

“That might just be true.” Celebrimbor had a wry smile. “But please don’t tell me you came all this way to simply shout at me?” 

“Partially yes it was. However I do also need to talk to you about the latest design you have in mind.”

“Oh really?” Celebrimbor walked over to the large desk near the window. Narvi and Eryn followed. “What could you possibly have to say about it?” 

“Well I have simply improved upon it. Greatly.” Narvi said with a smug grin. Celebrimbor’s jaw twitched. 

“Very well, what is your suggestion?” He surrendered, and shot a side glance to Eryn.  

Eryn smiled as he watched the two smiths pour over plans. They argued over details and even the placement of jewels. But they worked well together, a friendship forged over years of crafting together. Both as blunt as hammers but using it to craft something beautiful.

“If I might interrupt,” Eryn gently said, bringing both men out of their discussion. “What are you designing?” 

“I can’t believe he hasn’t told you!” Narvi laughed, whacking Celebrimbor on the back. “The pointed eared fool won’t shut up about it!” 

“I would have told her if I wasn’t interrupted this afternoon!” Celebrimbor rolled his eyes. 

“Well, you took too long.” He stroked his beard “It is a shield. I call it the shield of requital” he fanned out his hands as he said the name. 

“How many times have I told you. I am not calling it that!” Celebrimbor interrupted.

“Why not!” 

“It’s not a good name!” 

“It is!” Narvi slammed his fist on the desk. 

“What does that even mean? Requital?” Celebrimbor quipped.

“Exactly what the shield will do! Requiting that which you have been struck with!”

“But that is not the point is it? If a blow misses you, the plan is that the person can then attack with the shield that defended them!” Celebrimbor waved his arms dismissing the name “The point is you don’t get hit in the first place. Your name is misleading!” 

“Well, what's the name you’ve come up with Lord of Inspiration?” Narvi shrugged, waiting for an answer. 

“I have not yet thought of anything.” 

“And you never will with that attitude!” The dwarf put his hand on his hips.  

“I have done perfectly well so far.” He lent on the table, and began to look over the plans again. “The Frost fang, The Harp of Valor, even The Ring of Evasion!” He listed his other creation on his fingers.

“Yes yes we'll come on then. Give us a name then” Narvi dismissed. 

“I haven't reflected enough on it yet.” He shook his head. “What about the Shield of extra defence?” 

“That is boring and you know it!” Narvi said. 

“The shield of retribution?” Eryn offered quietly 

“What did you say?” 

“The shield of… Retribution?” her cheeks flushed as both smiths looked at her contemplating. 

 “Well that's gotta be it.” Narvi finally said, looking at Celebrimbor. 

“It sounds good.” He smiled “almost as good as what would have come up with” Looking at Eryn and winking. He then looked at his drawing and wrote down the name in pencil. 

“Ahhhh yes, because you've always been great at naming things.” Narvi said in a knowing tone. Celebrimbor lifted his head again, frowning. 

“Narvi,” he said as a warning. “What on earth could you mean?” 

“I would like to know that too.” Eryn asked. 

“Young elf. Simply ask him what he originally wanted to call this forge.” Narvi smiled as he gestured to the grand forge they all stood in. Celebrimbor's eyes widened and his cheeks went red. 

“You are truly a scoundrel, Narvi. Why do I put up with you? I have no true idea.” he looked over at him. “I am the Lord of Eregion. There is no higher station in this city. I crafted it with my own hands and cared for it day to day! And you call all my efforts into question every time we meet!” 

“But what did you want to call this place?” Eryn asked with a grin similar to Narvi’s. Celebrimbor immediately felt outnumbered. 

“I could simply order both of you out of the city,” he said.

“You could try. But she would still find out!” Narvi taunted. Celebrimbor almost growled. 

“I highly doubt it would be that bad my lord? You don't have to say.” Eryn tried the back peddle sensing his distress. 

“No, no no no no. My good friend Narvi has made it clear I will never live this down. Just to be actually clear, when I originally said it. I Misspoke.” He looked at Narvi pointedly. 

“Yeah yeah. Just tell the girl whatcha said. I’ll die of old age before we get there!” 

“I wanted to call it Brimby’s Tower.” Narvi immediately burst out laughing. Eryn smiled, it was sweet. Celebrimbor wanted to be swallowed by the earth. “I have already told you Narvi. Eryn, if you…” he took a deep breath “The last thing I want is for anyone outside of this room to hear any so I will say-” 

“Yeah yeah your lordship, if we ever say anything we shall regret ever learning to speak.” Narvi waved his hand dismissively.

Eryn looked mildly horrified. Celebrimbor immediately rushed over to her. 

“Unlike Narvi I would never make a threat I would never actually follow through on. My dear, I would simply ask you to promise not to say anything” he looked at her, his request was genuine. Eryn was shocked by the weight of it. The amount of trust given as easily as she gave away her biscuits. 

“I promise not a soul will hear it from my lips my lord.” She bowed slightly. Celebrimbor beamed with relief. 

“You are truly a most wonderful friend.” said then looked at Narvi. “You too I suppose Narvi. I think this calls for something special” he turned away and went to his desk. “Celebration of true friends does not happen often and we should make it official!”

“What's got into you? You brown haired green leafed tree sprigg.” 

“One can enjoy their friends and there not be a reason for it.” 

“Not with you. You celebrate when you've achieved something not before” Narvi turned to Eryn. “If he ever is struggling with a problem I advise to stay far away. He turns into an ogre!” 

“I will definitely keep that in mind” she looked back at Celebrimbor “Though I reckon he's all roar and no bite.” 

“I find it hilarious that you have him down to a tee already. Everyone else thinks he's a fine well to do elf lord. But we know the truth!” Narvi grinned. He had finally found an ally. 

“I am regretting allowing you two to meet” Celebrimbor rolled his eyes. He brought from his desk a crystal glass bottle with a golden amber liquor inside. “And we can celebrate the naming of my shield at least and then to our friends!” He lifted the top of the bottle and smelt it, smiling as he did so. “For the record, I do have a bite. I just know when best to use it. ” he laughed. “Eryn if you just go to that cupboard there” he pointed to the far end of the forge “there are some glasses, bring three over” 

“Ahhhhh finally you're cracking open the good stuff!” Narvi rubbed his hands together.

“My ‘good stuff’ is my first age bottles of red wine that I have had in my possession longer than you've been alive. This” he held the bottle up “is the only whisky I will drink. It tastes rather lovely” 

“That means it's not real whisky then.” Narvi said a little disappointed 

“You've not had any yet!” 

Eryn moves to the cupboard, it opens silently. Inside were finely organised shelves, some were interesting looking tools, materials and stacks of notebooks. On the bottom shelf was a row of finely decorated glasses. She picked up three and hurried back to Celebrimbor's desk. 

“Even your cups and glasses have flowers on them!” Narvi was a little outraged. “How can you craft such powerful things and be responsible for an entire city that is what you like to decorate with!” he put his arms up tensing his muscles “it doesn't exactly project strength, does it?” 

“That.” Eryn interrupted before Celebrimbor could “because he, like many in this city, appreciates the beautiful strength of nature around us. There is no better designer than Eru.” Eryn raised an eyebrow. 

“Elves and your pretty flowers! Stone can be just as beautiful and it lasts longer! For folks who are immortal you are idiots”

“But once a stone is broken it is forever. The resilience of life is what makes it beautiful!” 

“No, I disagree. Stone, if broken, can be reshaped into something better!” He grabbed his filled glass and downed it in one. Grimacing at the taste.

“But it is forever changed, forever smaller than what it once was!” Eryn countered 

“I prefer it when you side with me, tree elf!” he crossed his arms.

“Now I draw the line there Narvi! Call me what you want but refrain from doing so with Eryn.” Celebrimbor stated. 

“It is okay my lord,” she placed a hand on Celebrimbor. “For a tiny man he needs to punch above his weight sometimes.” She smiled. Narvi was shocked, Celebrimbor burst out laughing.

“You would dare! You've cut me to the core, fair maiden!” He made a show of pretending to be stabbed.

“Your words truly are as sharp as his. It has been a while since I have seen anyone match him.” Celebrimbor beamed.

“Words are a weapon and a tool I have always been skilled at building and… dressing down.” She smiled and took a sip of the whisky. It tasted lovely, smooth with notes of honey and fruits. It warmed her chest as it went down. “This is lovely!” 

Celebrimbor smiled “See, it is nice. It was a gift from your friend. Prince Durin. He was grateful for my skills in crafting his armour. Elrond had been most impressed; he had asked for a helm to be made in a similar manner for himself.” 

“Come back to me when the king himself asks ya for a hand crafted axe!” Narvi dismissed 

“That would be an honour I would never boast about.” Celebrimbor gave Narvi a look.

“Shut your trap! We both know that would be a lie!” He put the glass back on the table. “Fill me up” 

Celebrimbor shook his head and poured another glass.

The sun began to set and the colours in the forge went a golden orange. 

It surprised Eryn how quickly the day had passed, and also how long she had now been awake. The day full of excitement and stress her head was beginning to beg for solace and quiet. Her own home was the best place for that. 

"My Lord Celebrimbor" The finely dressed attendant from before came into the room. "You are required to attend a meeting." 

"I have no meetings scheduled for today. By design." Celebrimbor said as a warning as he looked to the attendant eyebrow raised. 

"There is an urgent matter my lord, concerning..." He stopped unwilling to speak further in mixed company. Celebrimbor sighed, looking up out of the window. 

"Very well, I shall come. I must bid you both goodbye. From Aegon's face this might take a while." 

“I wouldn't want to stop yer lordship. So long as it Keeps you away from making downgrades to my designs" Narvi laughed. 

"It truly has been wonderful to finish our conversation. I wish we could continue it further. But unfortunately I must be pulled away again." He turned to the door and followed his attendant out the room. Eryn went to talk but Narvi held up his hand 

“Just give him a second" He counted down his fingers and then the door burst open again. Celebrimbor rushed back in despite the protests from his attendant behind him. 

"What are you doing tomorrow?" His question was full of excitement. He was followed in by and exasperated Aegon, who was still trying to get him out the room.

"Well, meeting with Galadriel in the early morning and then working at the bakery till the evening. Why?" She asked a little scared "Would you come for dinner tomorrow?" 

“Dinner? Here?"

"Of course here! Well not here, in my dining room… that is near here but not in this room" He rambled and then caught himself with an idea. "We can have it in Narvi's honour!" 

"That is definitely not happening!" Narvi slammed his palm down. "Last time you put on dinner for me I got stuck talking to the most boring pointy eared elf in existence. That will not be happening again!" 

“Come now you certainly can't be scared of a little diplomacy?" Celebrimbor teased 

"You're the one who should be scared." He said with a smirk. To the dwarfs delight Celebrimbor did take a small step back thinking of the repercussions of a diplomatic incident involving his friend. He sighed and shook his head a little 

“There will be no diplomats attending except you, Lady Galadriel and Lady Eryn... If she wishes to come." He looked at her a little sheepishly. Eryn was too busy looking at Aegon's brief expression of mild concern looking at her. The back of her neck grew hot.

"I er... well. It is a privilege to be asked by my Lord but I have never attended such a distinguished event before... I don't think it would be suitable. I'm N-not even a diplomat or anything that could be considered high standing. I would not wish to offend." 

"It is not a truly formal meal" He said hurriedly "It would be more of a meal between my ... friends?" Trying to make it fit her comfortability. Eryn could see his eagerness but her own panic was a hard wave to ride. She stared at him for what felt like an age. Unsure what to do.

 "It would just be people I've met before, no kings or other lords and ladies?" 

“Not just a small meal really, we don’t even have to have it in Narvi honour.” She took a breath. 

“Fine but I have no idea what to wear… I don’t usually do dinner. A quick meal on the go usually.” 

“My you really are busy. Don’t worry about that either, I have an idea about that too.” He smiled. His confidence and eagerness exuded from in, she matched his smile. 

“Very well, if you insist though if there is any reason this becomes unreasonable I expect you to withdraw my invitation.” Her eyes flicked to Aegon behind, his impassive mask had returned. Unreadable.

“Wonderful!” He spun around on his heel with such force he nearly completed a full circle. He nearly leaped back to the door. Both Narvi and Eryn stared at the door for a moment. 

“You truly do like him aren’t you.” 

“What no! I mean who would be… He is the great lord of Eregion. I expect everyone he meets would be the same… He won you over didn’t he?”

“Aye, he did. Though that meeting is a story that shows everyone how nobel he is.”

Eryn waited for him to continue but he smiled a knowing smile and then rolled his eyes. “You pointy ears all love your stories don’t you. I’m not telling that to you just yet, youngen. You have no need of my help falling faster in love.” He chuckled.

“What is that supposed to mean!”

“You know exactly what I mean, you are besotted with him. You hide it as well as a torch in a cave”

“That is not, I mean… I have no expectations from him.” She took a breath. “His friendship is a gift I had never even known I could want. He is a great man, yes. But he is genuine and kind above all else. I have known many with the skills of nobility but lack the qualities that make someone endearing. He has them… Naturally.” 

“Ah yes. His qualities. Of course, what else would you want to be around him? Handsome elf like that needs the good personality to go with those muscles or no one would ever love him.” He hopped on to the chair pouring another two drinks, his smile usually hidden by his beard was on full display.

“I don’t know if Celebrimbor would want us to drink anymore of that without him.”

“Who said we? These are mine. you want to wet your whistle, pour your own. It's bad luck to share a stolen drink.”

“Bad luck only to share a stolen drink. Not bad luck to steal someone's drink.”

“So long as you don’t get caught.” he winked. Eryn raised an eyebrow.

“The acrobatics required to follow that logic is quite a feat” 

“One, all dwarves are excellent at performing if you receive a good drink at the end of the effort!” He raised his glass and drank the remainder of the amber liquid. 

looking at the designs onto he table. She recognised Celebrimbor's hand the letters were easily readable and the notes were mostly reminders for later. There was another set of notes made by a different hand, she assumed it was Narvi. The script like a lot of dwarven runes was ridged and straight but you could tell when he was in a rush as they slant forward slightly. The contents were mostly questions that needed to be answered and questioning certain design and colour choices. 

“How did you become a smith?” She asked as she looked up from the paper. 

“I am a dwarf, it was my father's trade. I took it over from him after he died.” 

“Did you always want to be a smith?” She asked looking back down at the paper. It took a moment to answer. 

“I suppose so. It is in my blood, from me to my fourth great grandfather who were all master smiths.” He said with a shrug. 

“A legacy they are all very proud of when they look at you I am sure.” She smiled. 

“I certainly hope so, I have worked harder than the lot of 'em to get this far.” He chuckled, reaching for the bottle again.

“That is certainly true, and I am sure Celebrimbor speaks highly of your skill when you are not stealing his liquor” she plucked the bottle from his reach and pulled it towards her. “We should probably go? I don't know if you have somewhere to stay or are you traveling back home?” 

“Trying to get rid of me already? You want all of the whisky to yurself!” 

“I am doing nothing of the sort!” she lent away from the desk. “It just feels wrong to be in… Brimby’s Tower without Brimby” she smirked.

“There is hope for you yet my dear.” He said with a glint in his eye.

“I might just have to like you too.” She smiled. 

They both walked out of the tower, Eryn lingered on the outside of the door a moment unsure what to do.

“You comin’?” The dwarf waved his hand urging her to follow him.
“I’ve brought some real liquor with me. We can sit out and watch the sunset. I know you elves like doing things like that.” He grumbled. Eryn watched him for a couple of seconds knowing that it was in fact something Narvi wanted to do more than she did in that moment.

“A kind idea, Please lead the way.” She smirked.  

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“Can you tell me now who must interrupt me?” Celebrimbor asked as he swiftly followed Aegon. The Halls they walked down were now quiet. Most apprentices and attendants were off duty, resting before an early start tomorrow.

“They have asked to announce themselves to you only.” He glanced back “I have checked his credentials. All of his weapons have been removed, as all are required to do. He gave them over willingly.” Quickly he moved up the stairs “He travelled straight here from Lindon.” Aegon added.

“Really, days after Galadriel has arrived?”  A frown peppered Celebrimbor's face.

“Indeed. My lord. From the gentleman's demeanor it would be best to direct questions to him rather than to me” 

“I will direct my question to whoever I wish.” He snapped, “I was merely voicing my thoughts out loud, Aegon.” He quickened his pace over taking Aegon at the top of the stairs.

“My apologies lord.” 

“Accepted. Now tell me everything you know.”

“They arrived not but 40 minutes ago, the perimeter guards allowed them through with their horse after they revealed where they heralded from.” They reached the corridor that led to his study. Celebrimbor now making sure to match Aegon pace and not overtake him. “Apparently he thought it best to wait in your study. I found him in there when I was checking in on the fire.” 

“Why would he be in my study?” 

“They only said it was so they would not be seen by anyone who could ask any questions of them.” Aegon shrugged, his shoulders were tense. Unsettling Celebrimbor a little. Aegon has been by his side nearly all his life, the man was built to be unfazed. 

“I will make sure to discuss this with him then. Anything else I should know?”

“He left his horse outside, I had to get the stableboy to see to its care.” there was an edge of annoyance to his voice now. Which made Celebrimbor smile. 

“Interesting.” They reached the door to his study. Aegon swiftly opened the door, allowing him to enter first. “We will discuss the distinct lack of security tomorrow,” Celebrimbor said quietly. Aegon looked down and nodded. 

Celebrimbor clenched his jaw as he saw the stranger standing in front of his fireplace. Using his fire poker to move the glowing logs. They turned, taking off their hood.

“My lord!” The elf bowed deeply. “The High King said you might be a little troubled when I first arrived.” He lent the poker against the fireplace, too close to the flames. 

“Did he now?” Celebrimbor forced his tone to lighten, the door closed behind him. “I will admit it is a surprise, given Galadriel has only just arrived from Lindon herself.” He raised an eyebrow. 

“I was told by his highness to not allow her to see me.” The elf had the decency to look apologetic. 

“Well you have certainly alerted me to some glaring weaknesses in the security of my own home.” He moved to the window looking out to the darkening skies. “But I doubt that is your only reason for breaking into my study?”

“You are very correct,” they reached into a side bag pulling out a carefully rolled letter, with the golden seal of the high king. “This comes from the king's hand directly. None other has touched it.”

“It had better be good enough to warrant all this secrecy. I had asked not to be disturbed today.” Celebrimbor's eye's flicked between the messenger and the letter.

“My apologies, my Lord. Your time is, as always, very appreciated. Your counsel always carries weight in the king's ears.” 

"Honeyed words indeed. This must be serious." The messenger bowed slightly as Celebrimbor moved over, taking the letter. He gently snapped the seal down the centre, the letter unfurled. The fine paper filled the room with a scent of pine and moss. The script of the high king was deliberate and perfect. 

Lord Celebrimbor,

I trust this letter finds you in good health, though I must first beg your pardon for its unconventional nature. There are matters of great import which I wish to converse with you, but their sensitive nature demands they not be properly committed to written word.

By the time this reaches your hands, I trust that Lady Galadriel has found her place within your city. I also hope that you have become aware of the turmoil that stirs within her heart.

Her resolve, noble though it may be, possesses the potential to shape or undo the very fabric of our existence here in Middle-earth. Please know her worries are not without merit, our very presence in this land has grown more precarious by the day.

It is my earnest hope that we shall meet in person to discuss these grave matters at length, yet for now, I entreat you to offer what aid you can to Lady Galadriel in this turbulent time.

May wisdom guide your hand.

Your High King,

Gil-Galad

He read through the letter a number of times before finally looking back up to the messenger. 

“So that is what is going on.” he sighed to himself. “There is nothing to add to this?” He looked up.

“Only that his kingship wishes a reply as soon as you have read the letter.” The elf’s eyes flicked to his writing desk. 

“That quickly? Are you to depart tonight?”

“If you will allow it.” Another bow. Celebrimbor sighed, and walked over to his desk sitting down and the plush chair, made to fit his frame perfectly.

“Very well.” He took out a blank missive and a quill. He thought for a moment and wrote a short reply. The only sounds were the crackling fire and the scratches of ink to paper. 

Your High Majesty Gil-Galad,

The evening stars shine on your words as I write this. Please know I share your concerns, though I suspect there is much I do not yet know. 

I encourage you to attend our coming festival. It has been some time since your benevolence visited this humble city in your service. 

As you said it would be best if we speak freely in person, I may yet be able to provide a solution. The forge fire might be able to provide a solution.

May music fill your heart 

Lord Celebrimbor 

He finished the letter and sprinkled some drying powder over the words sealing them on the paper. He looked to the messenger “What is your name?” He asked. 

“Hithaer, my Lord.” They bowed again. 

“Thank you Hithaer for bringing this to me. Please return to Lindon and emphasize to the king that I wish to discuss this with him at length.” He said handing over the letter. 

“I will leave at once, my lord,” Hithare nodded. 

“You left shortly after Galadriel did, is that correct?” 

“About a week later, I was able to travel at speed, as I had no caravan, and had myself and my steed to care for.” 

“Yes yes, I gathered that.” Celebrimbor dismissed. “Why wait. Does it not make sense to arrive before Lady Galadriel?” He looked into the fire, it would need another log soon.

“That is something only the high king himself could answer, my lord.” They placed the letter in their bag carefully, closing it. Then waited to be dismissed.

“Speak to Aegon before you go. He will out fit you with provisions and a fresh horse.” Celebrimbor didn’t take his eyes off the fire. "It might be wise to thank him for seeing to your horse that you left on my front steps." 

“Your kindness is overflowing. My apologies again for taking you away from your duties.” Celebrimbor heard the elf's steps leave his study. He remained motionless for a moment. There was a knock at the door, Aegon.

“Come in.” The door opened, he could see in the edge of his vision he carried a tray. He placed it on the desk. A fresh pot of tea with a single tea cup.

“Is there anything you wish of me?” Celebrimbor watched unmoving as Aegon poured a cup and kept glancing at the letter.

“No, just please ensure Hithaer has a new horse and is good for a multi week trip back to Lindon.” 

“At once my lord.” he bowed and left the room, leaving the door open slightly. 

Pushing himself back up, Celebrimbor moved to the fire, still holding the letter. Placing the poker back in its stand so the holly emblem faced into the room and not the flames. He took a breath as he did so. Then taking the time to choose a log, the largest one in the pile.  Placing it on the fire, watching still as it immediately caught, flames curling the splinters as it blackened them. 

He lifted the letter up reading it again, committing the words to memory. Once he had finished he watched as the flames fingers caught the edge, he let go, the words on the paper disappearing as it was consumed. The flame brightened in thanks for the extra fuel. The only evidence it ever existed was the grey ash they fell to the floor. 

He lent on the fireplace, his eyes flicking to the ornaments on the mantle. Looking across there was a framed bright golden feather of an eagle, gifted to him from the king of the eagle’s; A hand carved mouse he had made when he was younger; A tulip shell placed on its own plinth.
One of his many trinkets glinted brighter in the firelight, it was a small snake fashioned into a candle holder. Its tail twisted into a spiral allowing a small candlestick to be placed into it. He smiled, it had been Mirdania first attempt at shaping metal, there were grooves in the metal that showed where she had held her tongues too tightly, afraid to drop it. The details were beautiful as they always were, the pattern of the scales had ment dust didn't settle on the little snake but instead fell off. It had taken her what felt like an age to finally finish the project. He picked it up, spinning it through his hands. The cool metal contrasted with the heat from his hands. Turning it so he could see the mouth, the slight imperfection of the teeth revealed itself, one of the fangs was slightly more curved than the other. He shook his head remembering how mortified she had been when he pointed it out. He sighed, putting it back to its place on the mantle, turning it so it reflected the firelight again.

“Aegon?” He called out and waited a moment. The door slid open. 

“My lord?” The door was left open

“Please would you inform Lady Galadriel that I wish to see her tomorrow morning.” 

“Before or after her training with Eryn?” He asked, and Celebrimbor raised an eyebrow. 

“After the training with Lady Eryn.” He turned back to the fire. “We have a lot of planning to do.” 

“Of course my lord. If I might be further assistance?”

“Just one more thing.” He looked to the remnants of ash that was once the king's letter. “If you feel disturbed by Lady Eryn for whatever reason that might be. I trust from now on you will keep those feelings off your face?” He turned to Aegon catching the quick look of surprise.

“My lord, I was not aware it affected you. My deepest apologies.” He bowed as he spoke. Celebrimbor stared at him, knowing his own expression had grown stony. Aegon stared back, took a breath and glanced down at his feet. “That is all.” Celebrimbor turned back to the desk picking up another letter. “And Aegon?”

“My lord?”

“Heed my words as a warning.” He said without looking at him. “I don’t wish to speak about this again.” 

“Of course my lord.” His voice inscrutable. 

He heard the door close softly followed by the quick march of steps away. Celebrimbor sighed, finally picking up the poured tea.. 

Looking down he noticed a small folded note of ripped paper. His name was scribbled on the front. He quickly picked it up, racing through the words.

Celebrimbor,

Me and the lass are having a drink in my quarters. Feel free to join us.
Though if you take too long It might just be me. You're still welcome to join, I will be awake.

Narvi

He folded the note and placed his cup back on the tray. Glancing at the clock on his desk, 7pm.
“Not too late.” He lifted himself from the chair and stretched his neck, then rolled his shoulders. Looking outside, with little cloud cover the shining stars looked down on the city. It was one of his favorite views from his balcony. He moved over to the door, slipping outside, closing the door behind him, sealing the heat from the fire within hisroom. 

The city had a golden orange glow from the street lamps 

 In designing the lights and lamps that lit the city at night, it had taken him a while to decide on the best light. Unlike Lindon he had wanted to make sure the city was well lit, rather than relying on just elven eyesight, he wanted to ensure everyone could see in the darkness. He had chosen a warm fire light rather than the bight elemental flames that come from more permanent solutions. Arranging them to be lit every evening and snuffed when the sun arrived again. He felt it gave the entire city a homely feel.

The darkness of the surrounding mountains and countryside brightened the city making it a gleaming light against the starlight. He looked up seeing the pinpricks of light, the most beautiful display of art thrown across the sky for all to see if they were only to look up. A choreographed dance, wildly chaotic but each one in the right place, keeping the pattern down to the precise note they were brought into existence. No matter how many years passed each and every time the night sky held something new for his eyes to see.

He lifted his chin higher taking a deep breath, the cool air filled his body and he exhaled letting go of the tension that had been brought to him from the king. He took a moment to find the brightest star that was often in the sky. Its icy blue light shone down, he breathed with the slight change of light as it reached his eye. The final lingering tension leaving his hands.

He slowly turned back into his study, the heat in the room welcoming him back warming his hands and face. He went to the door to meet back up with Eryn and Narvi, he closed the door behind him. Racing down the hallways and staircase, keeping his steps light, he finally reached Narvi’s guest room. He quickly knocked and then opened the door.

“You weren’t quick enough!” Came the familiar voice of his friend. 

“Sorry?” Celebrimbor walked through the sitting room reaching the balcony. Similar to his own, but smaller and not as high. He took his usual seat opposite the dwarf and found a glass already poured for him.

“She’s gone, she said she is training with that Lady Galadriel in the morning... How’d she manage that?” He smiled

“I will be honest, I was not privy to the conversation. However they seem to have become almost friends.”

“Almost friends?” 

“Well as much as one can be friendly after being dragged across the city by the commander of the northern armies thinking you are in serious trouble.” He smiled into his glass as he drank. 

“Seriously? That woman has more stones than I do!” Narvi laughed slamming his glass down on the table. “You say she is a baker? I think she is the most interesting elf I've ever met! Where did she find that courage?”   

“I haven't the faintest idea. But I am definitely glad of it.” 

“Are you now?” Narvi turned waiting for more information.

“Well of course” he gulped nervously. “Without it she would have ran away before we could have spent the day together.” 

“And?” 

“And what?” Celebrimbor frowned. 

“And why would yeh be glad of that?” Narvi said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. 

“Because… well. I enjoyed the time the three of us spent together here.” 

“Ahhh of course because me raging in yeh forge is a classic way we spend time together.” Narvi said, looking at him as he filled his glass. 

“Would it surprise you to know that I do count it as spending time with you.” 

“You gitt!” He slammed his glass down.

“It's not my fault! You are the one who likes to ‘rage in my forge’ as you put it. I cannot help your hobbies.”

“I would not rage as much if yeh didn't meddle!” 

“Ha! You mean improving.” He said smiling as he took a sip of his own drink.

“No! I mean Meadling, breaking and downright insulting.” 

“I have been on this earth longer than you have. In fact I have been using a forge hammer twice as long as you have been alive!” 

“And you still don’t know how to hammer properly. At this point you never will.” The sat back looking out at the view.

“Now which one of us is the gitt!” They both laughed. It wasn't until the moon was high in the sky that Celebrimbor left, merry and stumbling a little on his way to his bed.

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Eryn had hardly slept. The excitement and worry about this morning kept her awake.
What has possessed her to ask Galadriel of all people to train her. What kind of hubris did she possess? Apparently it was a lot.
Who in their right mind would ask, Galadriel is a busy general who hated her on their first meeting.
What is wrong with her? 

She did say yes though. Was Celebrimbor angry that she left early? She put the thoughts of the elf Lord to the side. She definitely had too many questions about him.

Why would Galadriel say yes... That is stranger than her asking. Saying yes to a woman you've barely met who earlier in the day you apparently hated… well maybe not hated but clearly irritated you. But you asked and she said yes. It's now happening tomorrow. Today even. What will she wear? 

She rolled over to the other side of the bed, her arm dangling off the side. It was still dark, she guessed the very early hours of the morning. 
Sighing at her racing thoughts. Irritated, she pushed herself out of bed and padded to the door, grabbing her dressing gown as she went. Her feet took her to the kitchen, the walnut wood floor still warm from the daylight hours. Reaching the kitchen she lit a few candles giving the room a warm light. She then in very practiced movements filled the kettle, placed it on the stove and lit it. Then turning to the array of teas on the shelf her hand drifted to a small tightly sealed tin. 

She opened it and the dark brown finely ground beans filled the air with a strong coffee smell. She placed them in a filter, pouring the boiling water over it, the golden brown liquid then dripped into her small cup. Once the kettle was empty she placed it back on the stove. All the water now coffee, she picked up the cup and lent against the counter. Warming her hands, the first sip immediately burnt her tongue but she continued to drain the cup until it was all gone. Any ounce of tiredness left with it.
"Not going back to sleep now." She shrugged to herself. Pushing herself up from the counter she moved back to her bedroom. 

In the darkened bedroom, she went to the wardrobe. Her eyesight picked out the clothes she was wanting. A leather jacket, it had been her mothers. The soft leather stuck to her warm hands and she pulled it out, shaking it as she did to remove any dust. She laid it on her bed running her fingers along the seams to make sure there was no damage and it remained intact. The stitches, although being over 100 years old, were still strong and tightly woven. The work of her grandmother again, giving her another gift she should have gotten from her parents. She quickly shook those darker thoughts from her mind and got dressed, leaving the jacket on the bed. She chose to tie her hair into a braid, checking how she looked in the mirror, she spied her bow hanging above the door. The string is hanging down slightly, ready to be tightened and arrows still attached to the grip. 

She reached for it, taking it from the wall, she twirled it in the air slotting the bow behind her leg. She bent it forward and properly attached the string. It flicked back, the tension almost perfect. She drew it back. An instant twinge of regret followed, as her muscles now no longer used to aiming a bow, protested as she pulled. A scolding from her grandmother in her head. I told you to keep up with your practice! Bone never forgets but muscles slack off the moment that they aren’t used!
She gave a slight nod to herself in the mirror. A piece of her braid came undone and she blew it out of her face, after a deep breath she redid the plait. Her scalp hurt a little but it would now it would not move unless she wanted it too.

Looking out the window darkness still held up the sky. 
"Well, she did say before sunrise?" She picked up the jacket and took herself to the kitchen again, the clock indicated that it was two o'clock there were still a number of hours before the sun would rise. She tapped her fingers on the wood of the bow and it made a familiar thunk thunk thunk. 
"Is it too early though?" She glanced between the clock and the window. Outside was quiet but people still went about their business, elves didn't need to be governed by the rise and fall of the celestial in the skies since they helped to craft the sun and moon after the fall trees of light. However most preferred to walk under the sun rather than the moon. 

She smiled thinking back to her childhood. Climbing the thick foliage to catch glimpses of sun during the day, feeling its warmth without the protection of the trees was rare. The moonlight was more precious as its delicate nature ment it had to fight against the clouds to be felt. The silver light was a gift on dark nights, it reveals secrets of the forest and chooses to conceal them at the same moment. 
Placing arrows in her quiver until it was full, she then slung the quiver followed by her bow over her shoulder.
"If she's not there I could do with the practice."

She took a deep breath, her nerves quieting. Stepping outside she closed the door behind her. 
The night air gripped her face and she immediately saw the faint burst of hot air from her mouth as it was swallowed by the night around. An older elf nodded as he walked past her home, a soft hum following him. She gave a quick nod back and set off, bow slung over her, a full supply of arrows on her hip. 

She made her way towards the training fields, her path naturally led her past ‘Brimby's tower’. She smiled as she saw the flicker of firelight in the study. Contemplating a moment if Celebrimbor was already awake or if the fire was just never allowed to go out.  She thought the latter was most likely but hoped he was awake, maybe she could see him again. Hot flash crept up her neck and to her cheeks. Forcing her head down she marched past and did not look up until she walked into another elf. 

“My friend, please watch where you are going." There was a note of laughter in their voice.

“Please accept my apologies, I wasn't looking where I was going." she still didn't look up, wanting to carry on. 

“I can see that." The elf held on to her arm. Finally, she looked up and found it was her friend Quanta. 

"I'd ask where you’re going but the only place you can use those is the training fields." they nodded to her bow. 

“Or the woods." She counters, hiding her irritation that they saw her so openly. 

“True, but the woods are that way." They pointed behind her. 

"Fine, you are correct on this occasion. What did you do to have to be up so early then?" 

“Unlike some people, who have the day off, some of us have errands to run." 

"You're not supposed to be working today either, is Angon short?" 

“No, but he did get a special order last night and asked me to help him." He said with a wry smile. 

"You are being strange." She announced. 

"True, but you are the one who disappeared with the golden general. Not me. What happened!" Their eyes flicker with delight.

"It was a misunderstanding." She shrugged. Quant followed up with a look of suspicion.  

"I wasn't aware that Lady Galadriel could make mistakes." 

"Everyone can make mistakes, especially you." 

"Err excuse you ‘river flowers’, I am perfect. Now tell me what was said." They grabbed her and pulled her to a nearby bench. "Don't make me drag you to get a coffee. Unless you would prefer that. Is it shocking? Do we need something stronger than coffee?" 

"A little, I suppose. But I can't stay long..." He did not move just waiting for her answer, she sighed. "It was Lord Celebrimbor. He asked to see me again." 

"Again?! You didn't tell me there was a first time. Since when does the lord of the city want to talk to you?" A look of concern followed by a smile. They had probably already worked out what she was going to say.

"Since I met him by the river. We spoke and I gave him some of my experimental cookies and he seemed to enjoy my conversation." Quanta looked her over, 

“No wonder you have been all over the place. You like him." They laced their fingers behind their head and lent back, watching for her reaction. 

"I have not been all over the place! And how could I not like him, he is very kind. He would have to be, otherwise this place wouldn’t exist." 

“The man rarely leaves his tower without a purpose, he doesn't just go for walks. He likes you too." They elbow her in the arm 

"What do you mean?" She slid away on the bench till she reached the edge. Eryn resisted the urge to run away. Those pesky questions were rising in her mind as she fought to squash them back down.

“He is always busy, and his station means he has an entourage at all times. When he isn't being a lord, he is training his apprentices. He is Angon but with a more important family history." They said it like it was an irrefutable fact. "I mean the man works more hours than sunlight in summer. He wanted to speak to you." 

"That is impossible. Just because he is busy doesn't mean he doesn't leave his home. People see him… about." She frowned. 

"Hmm sure. And you of all people definitely do. In fact, I am playing chess with him later over a cup of coffee." they looked at her with a deadpan look.

“He prefers tea" She said a little sullenly at being called out. Quanta smiles and leans back and stretches their legs.

“You have been here for how long? I am pretty sure as your only friend. I get to call you out when you are being denser than unrisen dough.” 

“You are not my only friend!” Quanta just laughs, for too long.

“I am your only friend in this city if you are going to split hairs about it.” 

“I will split hairs. I have friends.” 

“Everyone who meets you likes you. You are like a chameleon blending with whoever you are near. I feel like I am the only one here who knows your true colours. Though I might have some competition soon.” They wink. 

“You are insufferable.” 

“I know I know. Its my most endearing quality... I am messing with you. You need to relax or Celebrimbor will think you are a coiled spring.” 

“So what if I am.” 

“We would not be friends if you were. I am friends with the Eryn who loves to relax by the river and send her fancy grandma biscuits.” 

“I still do all that!” 

“Wandering the city in the early hours of the night with a bow is not a relaxing thing to do.” they tapped the edge of her weapon. There was the eyebrow again. “People who wander around at this time can't sleep.” Eryn clenched her jaw. In all her life only two people have been able to read her like an open book. The first was her grandmother and the second was the elf sitting in front of her with a cat-like grin. 

“Look, as much as you poking at me brings you joy. I have to take a raincheck. I do have somewhere to be. We will talk I promise.” she starts to walk away. “Don't tell people about what's happened. I'm not sure I'm ready to deal with all the questions.” She wasn;t dealing with her own questions let alone anyone else's. She shuddered at the looming interrogation.

“So long as you answer mine soon, I will keep my lips sealed.” They wink and watch her as she jogs away.

Eryn semi runs through the streets, her heart racing. Did Celebrimbor like her that much? How would he have known she existed before they met by the river? Is that weird? She didn't go there that often did she? No stop it. No more questions not right now. She reached the edge of the training grounds and everything was quiet. There was a single guard posted at a desk under an elegant canopy. He was very clearly bored.

“Don't get a lot of wood elves training around here?” His voice was dull and uninterested. Her face doesn't move. 

“Well I'm here now. Just would like to get some archery practice before my friend joins me.” 

“Friend?” He looks down at a book. “They should hurry because we have Lady Galadriel coming and she's booked out the whole training field for most of the morning.” 

“Oh really. Just come get me when I need to leave.” The guard sighs

“You want me to come get you? No. You will be out by six.” 

“Okay so I have a couple hours then?” 

“You have two hours and seventeen minutes.” He slid across a piece of paper. “Fill out your name.” 

“Thank you.” She quickly wrote out her name, making sure to put both of them. She felt the elf’s eye willing her to go faster. She slid the paper back and he filed it away scribbling her name on the time slot above Galadriel’s. 

“You know have 2 hours and 15 minutes. Do you need anything else?” 

“Yes, which way to the archery field.” He rolled his eyes but pointed to his left. “Thank you. See you in a few hours.” 

“Don't make me come get you.” 

“I won't.” She smiled to herself as she walked away. 

Everywhere was quiet, she could still hear the distant sound of the river. The archery field was furthest away from the entrance, probably because even for elves there can be the odd accident. Best to make sure no one gets hurt than to risk it. She set herself up on the set of targets in the middle. Two had been dressed in old orc armour, mainly a helmet and chest plate. Even in the dim light she could see there were many holes where previous archers aimed their arrows. She knocked an arrow to her bow with ease, pulling the string experimentally. Her muscles tightened once again protesting the memory of what she used to do everyday. She relaxed again keeping hold of the arrow. She places the bow and arrow on the grass and sits cross legged next to them. Taking a deep breath she stretches her arms out feeling that same pull she felt before. Holding that position until her arms started to ache. She then stretched her back, neck and shoulders in a similar way. Listening to the distant birds and turning into the rumble of the river through the ground. 

She slowly stood up again. Pulling back the arrow again she smirked as her arms protested less. Her eyes trained themselves on her target. A small hole just above the visor to the left of the centre of the helmet. She took a breath out and then released the string. It flew in an almost perfect spiral. Striking the helmet, digging the arrow a third of the way into the dummy. She walked slowly towards the target firing arrows as she went after the sixth she dropped her stance and jogged the final length. She inspected the dummy six arrows impaled it three in the head two in the shoulders and one just below the ribs. She pulled the first arrow with a frown. Not a perfect first shot. Her grandmother's voice filtered in “Perfection is what is required. If you are aiming, aim to kill or there is needless suffering.” 
She shook the thought from her head. She was still right but she didn't need that right now. She was only practicing. She pulled the rest of the arrows making sure the heads were still sharp. She repeated the shots until it was perfect. The light from the sun started to glow in the east. 

“Ahem!” Came a voice behind. She fired her final shot and turned to find the guard from before. His face was rosey and small beads of sweat grew at his temple. “Lady Eryn! Your friend has arrived. Lady Galadriel is waiting for you at the sparring arena.” He bowed slightly. 

“Thank you.” She kept her voice light. “I will gather my arrows and join her.” 

“I will collect those! I would not want you to keep the general waiting.” he said quickly.

“Oh… alright then. Thank you again. I will leave you to it… just keep them for me. I will collect them when I'm finished?” 

“If that suits my lady it shall be so.” he bowed again. Eryn laughed nervously and made her way to the sparring arena. She flicked a quick look back and the guard was dutifully collecting her arrows. She realised she was still smiling, dropping it immediately she picked up her pace. 

Reaching the arena, it was a large circular tent, green with branches growing through the tarp anchoring it to its proper position. She pulled back a section of the entrance and slipped inside. She heard a hollow thud of wood against wood. It was rhythmic, practiced and continuous. Keeping her steps light so as not to disturb, she kept to the edge. She could see Galadriel sparing with what was once a wooden dummy. Both arms and the top of its scalp had been sliced away and lay on the floor at her feet. She deftly spun and sliced through the dummy at the shoulder carving away the upper part of the chest and head. It hit the floor with a thud. Eryn watched as Galadriel picked up the head of the dummy and tossed it in the air a few times. 

“You were certainly up early?” She says throwing the dummy aside.

“Yes… I was. I figured I should get some practice at the one thing I am good at.” She let out a chuckle. “I am afraid it has been many years since I held a bow let alone a sword.” 

“Celebrimbor would say that is a good thing. But given your rusty skills are still excellent you don't have much to worry about.” She swung her sword around playfully, twirling it through her fingers.

“You saw me?” 

“I watched from afar. I know when not to disturb a warrior when they are dancing through a fight.” 

“I wouldn't call myself that.” She laughed. “I am an adequate hunter. I've never practiced actual combat, unless scarring away mortals in the forest count”

“Every time we draw a weapon I consider it combat.” She smiled back. “How long since you held a sword?” Eryn winced. 

“When I was young. The edges were dulled. Wood elves don't put much stock in elite sword fighting. The close trees of the forest make them virtually useless.” 

“But arrows are definitely more effective in that environment.” Galadriel raises an eyebrow. Eryn rolls her eyes. 

“Yes, especially if you are unseen and hiding in the canopy. It's easy to strike your target without a blade. If you do need one, a dagger will do.” She shrugged. Galadriel regards her thoughtfully. 

“So a dagger then, you can use that?” 

“Of course. Like it was an extension of my fingers.” 

“Oh really. That would be impressive.” She pulls two daggers from the back of her belt. 

“You just happen to have those on you?” Eryn chuckles. “Or did you plan this?” 

“Nothing I do is by accident.” She throws one dagger in the air, catches it and hurls it at the discarded dummy head at her feet. She gestures for Eryn to pick it up, Eryn quickly removes it and checks the balance of the blade. It's a little off centre, not designed to throw, but she can work with it. 

“What's the target?” Eryn asked. Galadriel slowly spun around, finally eyeing an older dummy that had been put aside for repairs. She threw her dagger and it sliced the air hitting squarely in the centre of its chest. Turning back to Eryn she smiled and gestured for her to try. Eryn gauged the distance from where she stood, the dummy was partially hidden from sight but its head was hanging to one side giving her a nice target at its neck. She didn't flourish the strike, deciding to keep it simple. She heard a thunk. It had hit her target. 

“You are as good as you say. Nice to meet someone who doesn't over inflate themselves for once.”

“Why would I do that? I know how good I am… and how bad I am. No point in lying about it.” 

“I wish a few more people had that view.” She retrieved the daggers. “I'd spend a lot less time in meetings with high ranking political entourages.” She smiled. “I will warn you. You are quickly becoming one of the few people I like.” 

“I, of course, view that as the highest honour a friend could bestow. My deepest appreciation.” She bowed, adding a sarcastic tone. “One can never be too political.” She winked and Galadriel relaxed a little. 

“I should have you speak on my behalf at the next meeting I have with the king” she twitched her eyebrows and smirked as Eryn gulped. 

“Please don't. I think I would be swallowed by the ground.” 

“Now that would be fun to watch!” Galadriel threw each of the daggers into the ground marking out a short line. “Let's see if you actually have any skill with a sword.” She reached into a nearby bag and pulled out two training swords, Eryn was surprised to see they were black cherry wood. It was native to her home. 

“Where did you get those from?” Galadriel threw one to her. 

“Despite what you may think about your people. Fighting with swords is something they are very good at. Not widely used but the elf that taught me was from your forest.” 

“You are trying to butter me up before you kick me to the ground aren't you?” 

“I would never do that.” She said seriously.  Springing forward from the daggers, giving Eryn barely enough time to block the blow. “Try to push me back over that line.” Eryns grip shook as she held Galadriel back. 

“How?” She glanced over, it might as well be Valionor she would never get her to back up that far. 

“Try.” She smirked, bearing down on her. 

Eryn pushed her off and took a step back stomping her foot into the softer sand to get more balance. She didn't have to wait for the next stroke, as Galadriel came at her head swinging up. Eryn pulled back further allowing the strike to miss her and she pushed her shoulder forward in an attempt to push her back. Galadriel absorbed the blow with a grunt. Using her weight to push back at Eryn forcing her further backwards. 

“Nice try, would have worked if you were not shorter.” A smirk followed by another hit, sliding up the sword to the hilt. 

“Short jokes? Really?” Eryn her breath ragged. Spinning the blade around attempting to hook Galadriel's sword away. She held on. They both crashed together again. 

“Short jokes are funny when you are not short.” Galadriel winked and swung her around. Eryn lost her footing and Galadriel gave her a small push. Eryn landed on her back, gasping for breath. On the other side of the line.

“You have a natural skill.” Galadriel looked down on her. “You are clever but lack technique.” She spun her sword. “You are someone I can train.”

“I suppose… I will take that as a compliment?” Eryn got her breath back. Galadriel offered a hand down to her pulling upright. “Can we wait till I try that again? I want to actually have some skill before you push me over again.” Eryn rolled her shoulders, that was going to hurt tomorrow. 

“Very well. We can try it tomorrow but I think I know where we should start.” She flourishes her sword. 

Eryn copies the movement. 

“Lead the way General.”

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Celebrimbor leans back in his chair, staring at the air just below the ceiling. The king's words ran through his head once again, he let out a sigh and his unfocused gaze clarified. He frowned as he stared up. Noticing, for the first time, that every other wall he had managed to cover with things that represented him. Every wall, except the ceiling. It was green, but other than that it had no personality. His mind filled with ideas, his imagination filling the green space with art and flair. The heavy thought of the king interrupted his creativity, again. He needed to talk to Galadriel, not to warn her necessarily but to get more information. How long was this training to last? He had sat in this chair since before sunrise. Unable to sleep, he had come to study early and had been waiting ever since. 
Looking back to the door, he knew if he left his study people would find him and weigh him down with further problems and issues of the city. But, he did need to talk to Galadriel, to do that he would have to leave his study.
Right now all he actually wanted to do was decorate his ceiling.  He weighs his options again. Looking back down, focusing on the pile of documents on his desk. They need looking at too. Most were complaints, missives and receipts he had to read and sign. The monotony was monstrous, but he did it so he knew as much about his city as he could. No matter how trivial. 

He had observed many cities in his years before crafting his own. Elven cities were elegant and proposed with purpose, ultimately they blended with their surroundings making them hidden but also beautifully boringly. Dwarves seemed to build cities out of nothing but spite and the ability to show off. Where else would you find an underground city with farming? Which was a lot of work just to prove you could do something, but he couldn't argue with the result. Human cities were made out of necessity and a need to be safe. The people who lived there never seemed to be happy but in fairness, the cities they lived in were nothing to be happy about. Streets filled with mud that clung to everything you wore.  The walls that protected them from outside threats, did nothing to help on the inside. Crime in those cities went virtually unpunished.

Eregion was better than all of those. It was to be a city that protects, innovates and stands out. He aimed to keep it that way. So he had to read the ever growing pile of papers, but for now, they could wait. He was going to have to find Galadriel. He had finally made up his mind.

“Aegon. Please can you let me know if Galadriel has left the training fields yet?” His first servant came dutifully into the room with a slight tilt of his head.

“My lord. She is still on the field… with Lady Eryn.” 

“I think, I shall have a wander down.” 

“My lord, you do have a number of meetings this afternoon. The first starting at-” 

“I am aware.” He cut Aegon off with a hand wave. “I should be back for those. If possible it would be helpful if Lady Galadriel could attend them too. Though I doubt she will unless I am the one to ask her.” he shook his head imagining the choice words she would have for any servant who dared drag her away from the training fields. 

“Of course. Shall I prepare a horse?” 

“No, I shall walk I think. I could do with a stretch of my legs.” 

“Very wise.” Aegon bowed “Will I be accompanying you?” 

“I think not. I am hoping to be quick, an entourage will slow me down.”

“I shall wait for your return.” Another small bow and he turned and closed the door behind him. Celebrimbor organised the papers on his desk ready to finish later. 

He stepped out of his study and made his way to the exit. He could leave the building a number of ways, the quickest was down the main stairwell, but that would mean everyone would see him and ask him questions. So he was taking the longer way, around the back leading to a servant passageway. He descended quickly, reaching the kitchen. It was just after breakfast, the place was quiet except for a lone washer in the far corner. A quick glance revealed it was Fenrir. He was humming a tune as he dried the pots. Celebrimbor slipped by leaving the apprentice undisturbed. He reached outside and he allowed himself a triumphant breath of fresh air. He slipped out of the side gate and onto the street. None but Aegon would know he was missing.

The main street was busy with people going about their day. A few gave him a polite nod. The owner of the tea shop looked over expecting him to visit and he quickly hid a look of disappointment as he watched Celebrimbor walk past. 

Compared to when he was in his own home, moving through the city was always easy for him. People stepped aside out of respect. There were a few that thanked him for various things that had happened recently. The new bridge over the river, easier access to the nearby forest, refurbishing the path to Khazad-dûm. He nodded and thanked them for their thanks and moved on. Like a tuna moving through a mass of fish, the way parted for him with ease. 

Eventually the training grounds came into sight, and he noticed a small crowd gathered around the dueling tent. There was a slight prod of regret as he recalled the requests to upgrade the tent to a proper building resurfaced. He quickly filed that away on top of the rest of his to do lists. He looked closer at the crowd, it was mostly guards, who should most definitely be on patrol. 
As he got nearer he saw a few exchanges of gold between them, his lip twitched.  Betting, a human invention, designed to steal more money from those who had little. None of them noticed as he reached the back of the crowd, concentrating on what was in front of them. There were thuds of wood from within the tent. Followed by a larger thud of a body hitting the floor. 

“I will never understand why you bet against the general. I am always happy to take your money but you should make it a little harder for me.” One of the guards nudges his friend as more money is exchanged. They moved apart and Celebrimbor saw who was fighting. Galadriel and Eryn. Both filled with determination. 

“She can't keep losing. How about this, she lands a strike once in the next five minutes.” 

“Alright. She won't be able to do even that. But please keep giving me money.” The first laughed.

“I will take that wager too.” Celebrimbor stepped forward from his hidden spot, the guards looked around and shrank in fear. He smiled. “The wager?” He pointed at the gold in the first guard's hand. “Shall we say ten gold that Lady Eryn lands a hit?” He saw that Galadriel was moving it for the kill, perhaps he could tip the scales. Just this once. 

“M-my lord… of course!” They relaxed a little. The second guard smiled, he had an ally. 

“I didn't know her name was Eryn my lord she is very good.”

“But not as proficient as Lady Galadriel. She the commander after all.” The first guard had taken a politer tone. 

“That is true but lack of training leads to ingenuity. Don't you think so?” 

“That is what I think my lord. She is definitely ingenious. There have been a couple of moments where it looked like she could win.”

“I can imagine that is the truth, what is your name?” He moved a little further in as the guards made more room for him.

“Carandir, my lord.” He bowed. 

“It is nice to find like minded elves no matter where one travels.” Celebrimbor rested his hand on arandir's shoulder, and continued to watch the fight a moment. Galadriel was clearly going to win but she was allowing Eryn to gain ground. Eryn was careful with her strikes, testing Galadriel's defences. He continued to watch as Galadriel caught sight of him, she stuttered slightly in her movement. Eryn took advantage and swung her sword, stopping it just at her throat. They stilled for a moment and Galadriel smiled. 

“I concede.” They dropped their weapons and the group groaned. A number of jingling bags were deposited in Carandir’s hand. He grinned at Celebrimbor. A bag was also presented to him. Ten gold pieces, he smiled to himself and idea forming. Removing one gold piece and placing it in his pocket. He threw the bag to Carandir. 

“My lord! I could not possibly accept!” He caught it, nearly dropping the others he held.

“Of course you will. My gift to you, one like-minded elf to another.” He winked, then grew a little serious. “Though in the future I expect you to refrain from making bets. It is not a good habit to develop.” Celebrimbor looked around, now aware everyone in the vicinity was aware of his presence. Including Eryn, her eyes darted at him and quickly away.  “Forgive my interruption. I was hoping to speak to Lady Galadriel, when you are available?” He motioned for them to leave. 

“Of course my Lord. We would not want to distract these friends further from their duties.” She looked pointedly at the gathered crowd. The guards suddenly remembered they had a job to do and quickly dispersed. Celebrimbor waited a moment before talking again. 

“You were always good at keeping people on task Galadriel.” He smirked. 

“And you easily distract them!” She began picking up her equipment. 

“I merely joined in, they were already distracted before I arrived!” He walked down to them. “Lady Eryn, it is delightful to see you once again.” he bowed slightly. 

“My lord, the morning sun shines gracefully on your face.” She was a little out of breath, and trying to hide it. Galadriel laughed. 

“You two are very formal this morning… Did I miss something yesterday?” 

“No! Not at all.” Celebrimbor said quickly. “Merely many ears around to listen.” He looked behind to find a few lingering guards waiting to see what would happen next. 

“Ah of course.” She nodded. “Is it just me you need or do you require Lady Eryn as well?” 

“Unfortunately, this business requires only you,” he turned to Eryn. “I would love the opportunity to arrange to meet with you again… if you wish it?” 

“Of course I wish it. I enjoy spending time with you.” Her eyes widened and cheeks flushed red. “I mean… It is an honour. I would be delighted to spend more time in your company.” she bowed. 

“That would be very kind of you. I will arrange an evening soon. Perhaps you could join us for dinner?” 

“That would be an honour.” 

“I will arrange everything.” He winked. “Including any worries we discussed yesterday.” he looked at her knowingly 

“Oh… that won't be necessary.” she stepped away.

“I insist!” He gleamed. The idea he had was taking more shape. He grabbed her hand, attempting to be reassuring. “Please allow me to do this. I wish to do it, as a gift. ” He said quietly. Her face showed she didn't entirely believe him. She didn't say anything but nodded quickly. 

“Shall we depart before another crowd gathers?” Galadriel undercut the growing tension. 

“That would be a good idea I think.” Eryn smiled. She still held his hand. Something else was said but he couldn't hear it over the sound of his own heart singing. 

“Celebrimbor?” his brain snapped back to reality, the singing never left the back of his mind.

“Yes, err yes please lead the way.”  Both of them laughed. He had definitely missed something. The singing in his head stopped. 

“Let's get out of here. I need to go and get a massage, my muscles are going to revolt if I don't treat them kindly this afternoon.” Eryn stretched her arms and back.

“I wouldn't usually recommend that, but you are a beginner.” Galadriel raised an eyebrow.

“Excuse you. Some of us are bakers by trade. Not centurion warriors trained from birth.” 

“Now now, no need to start another duel.” Celebrimbor stepped in. “I need to get Galadriel into meetings in one piece.” 

“It would not be me you'd have to worry about.” Galadriel countered.

“Excuse your ladyship. I can dress you down with words without even needing to lift a sword!” Eryn chided. Galadriel's shocked face caught them both off guard and they burst out laughing. 

“Oh you find that funny your lordship?” She punched him hard in the upper arm.  “Shall you fight for the lady's honour, you might actually have a chance. Unlike her.”

“You dare!” Eryn stepped forward. “If we were to actually fight, I would drop you before your sword had even been pulled.” 

“I could take you without a weapon.” Galadriel started marching back towards the arena. "Come on then." 

“I'll take that challenge!” Eryn followed her. Celebrimbor could only watch as both women geared back up. This was getting out of hand. 

“Wait! Before you start taking slices at each other. Wait Please- are those weapons actually sharp?! Might I suggest-” 

“If you keep talking I think we will use him as target practice.” Eryn said and Galadriel quickly nodded. All the words left his tongue. He watched as Eryn collected a set of daggers. And Galadriel readied her fists. 

“My lady!” A voice from behind cut through any fight. “Your presence is required.” It was Aegon. The man had followed him, as always. Celebrimbor deliberately kept his face light and neutral.

“Must you interrupt now?” Galadriel didn't try to hide her irritation. 

“I am afraid so. My Lord you are required to attend too.” 

“Ah yes… thank you Aegon.” Celebrimbor didn't turn to him, keeping his eye on Galadriel's weapons. 

“Lady Eryn is not required but I can make arrangements for her to attend?” His voice faltered ever so slightly. He was still struggling to fit Eryn into his repertoire. 

“Not this time, but I thank you for your accommodation.” Eryn bowed as she answered. Not a trace of fight left in her stance.  Could he hear music again? No he was going to be discussing budgets and the invitation list for the high king's visit. He did not have time for music. 
Dusting himself off his hand went to his pocket, his fingers clasped the coin. He twirled it, rubbing his thumb over its face. 

“We should be off.” He looked to Galadriel who seemed to have shaken off most of her irritation. 

“Indeed. We have been summoned. Apparently.” She looked pointedly at Aegon. 

“If it would suit her ladyship… I would be very interested in continuing my training… your knowledge and skill would be greatly appreciated?” Eryn asked, a little unsure.

“I will while I am here. We will meet every other day, before dawn.” 

“I wouldn't have thought it would be any other time, my lady.” she smiled 

“Indeed.” Galadriel agreed, turning back to Celebrimbor “let us go.” 

“Let's” he extended his arm out allowing Galadriel to take the lead. Eryn walked up next to him and he kept pace with her. Aegon began to brief Galadriel on the upcoming meetings. 

“I did mean what I said. About dinner that is. No pressure but I can take care of everything.” his voice was low so only she could hear. 

“You are very kind… my lord” she looked up as they walked. “But you needn’t make such accommodation for me.” 

“It is not accommodation.” He lost the words again. “I want to do it. My life is so chaotic, filled with meetings and people I don't want to talk to… but I want to spend time with you… if that's something you want to do.” He felt hot on the back of his neck. She didn't say anything for what felt like an age. The forging of the silmarils didn't take this long. Did it? 

“I want to spend time with you too.” He definitely heard singing this time. “But…” she paused and so did his breath. “I need you to know that I don't require you to do anything like you have planned. An afternoon conversation by the river is where this… friendship started. It needs not be more extravagant than that.” She shrugged. 

“My dear, I love that. But let me show you my life before you completely agree to that friendship.” He chuckled, and offered his arm. 

She took it and he escorted her back towards the forge. As they walked there were more polite head nods and hellos from well-meaning elves. It was still morning but people were starting to look for lunch. There were stalls carrying a huge variety of smells; spices, frying meats and roasting vegetables filled the air. 
Like the last time she took his arm, he felt an anxious tug every now and then when a stare lingered too long on her. He kept his arm firm so she could hang on as she needed. 

“Pretend you are a visiting dignitary. It is only proper for a lord to escort you though the city streets. If I didn't, it would be considered rude.” He suggested.

“I am not very good at pretending.” She said.

“Just try, it can be fun when you let yourself.” there was a pause and a long breath. He felt her arm relax in his. 

“It's fine, I am supposed to be here.” Her voice was quiet, to herself. He filed away the words for another time.

Upon r eaching the forge his own steps grew smaller. His day of meetings and more meetings would soon begin. 
“You know, planning takes a lot of work. I really admire all the work to dedicate to it. Not many would put the amount of care you do into making things easier for others.” Eryn looked at him. “I am working for the rest of the week. But I could write you a letter if that suits you.” He thought for a moment. “I know is silly as we are so close but I'm not sure you have the time and I don't want to interrupt-” 

“You,” he interrupted her river of words. “Actually just solved a lot of problems I myself was trying to wrestle. A letter would be most appreciated. More than one if you have the time?” she nodded. 

“I can most definitely do that. You can write me too... if you have the time? Tell me of your plans for dinner so I know what is going on.” She looked at him with a slight eyebrow raise, she was guessing there was a lot she would need to know. Which was true… but only because he was so excited. 

“That would be my honour to do for you. My lady.” He felt Aegon's eye on him, waiting at the entrance. “I should be going.” he unlooped his arm carefully and took her hand as he bowed. “I wish you the happiest of days and count the night till we meet again. My friend.” she bowed in response.

“Might your day be as happy as I was when we met this morning.” Celebrimbor beamed at her response. Was she a poet too? Was she looking at him strangely? Why? He was still holding her hand! He quickly let go and turned before she could see too much embarrassment. Reaching the door, he shook it away remembering her final words.
Today was going to be a good day after all.

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Letter 1

Dear Lord Celebrimbor. 

I must first ask your forgiveness as I pen this for the second time. I am not entirely sure how to properly address you. As I'm not sure who else might read this letter so it may be too informal for one of your station. Please inform me of any mistakes and I shall correct them. 

Life at the bakery has been full of work, as usual. Master Angon has asked me to try my hand at some new recipes, and I’m happy to report that the plum biscuit recipe you tried is now a permanent fixture on our counters. We have had a bit of trouble getting the fruit, though, so it looks like we’ll only be able to offer it seasonally for now.

As for my training with Galadriel… Well, as you most certainly know, she is quite the skilled warrior. Her teaching, however, could use a little polishing. You’re welcome to tell her that, as I’m often vocal about it myself during our sessions. That said, I’ve seen some improvement in my swordplay. I may not be anywhere near defeating her yet, but I do last a bit longer now and can land a hit or two.

I received a letter from my grandmother not long ago. She also enjoyed the plum biscuits but suggests that as the fruit is a late summer harvest I should add more autumnal spice to bring the final best of flavours in line with the actual season. So I may add some cinnamon or maybe some ginger? Though I don’t want to over power the delicate fruit flavours. She wishes to visit soon though that won’t actually happen until the late winter when she is done hunting and there are no more crops to harvest. 

Please tell me of your life lately. I imagine preparing for the Kings arrival has taken most of your time but have you created anything in the forge?

I look forward to our dinner and catching up soon.

Yours faithfully,

Eryn

Letter 2 - 1 day after receiving Eyrn’s letter

Dearest Eryn,

You need never trouble yourself about the formality of your words. I find them always most fitting and delightful. Rest assured, any letters addressed to me are read solely by my own hand, and you could never offend me with your words. I always look forward to reading them.

As for those biscuits you mentioned, I must admit they are still a particular favourite of mine. Do me the kindness of notifying me when they are next available, and I shall see to it that a batch is brought to my study for my personal enjoyment. Though the suggestions from your Grandmother sound most delightful. 

A thought has occurred to me as I read your problem of procurement. If you continue to find yourself struggling to find fruits for the bakery, do not hesitate to let me know. I have some connections of my own that might be able to assist. Tell me the source of the fruit, and I will happily speak with Angon about the best route to take. Some kingdoms are rather sticky, as you know, in their dealings with trade, so it would be advantageous to understand any particular difficulties he’s encountering. But that would only be if you feel my help would be beneficial. Involving my name has both a freezing and lubricating effect.  

On the matter of your training with Lady Galadriel, she has spoken little of it, though I have noticed that she returns from your sessions with a brighter expression, which eases some of my worries. Her life has been full of fighting, formalities and then her duties for so many decades, so I’m pleased to see her enjoying her time with you. If I may offer a small tactical suggestion; though it has been centuries since I last faced her in battle; Galadriel always seems to focus intently on her opponent’s eyes. If you can use that to your advantage, a well-timed surprise attack could just give you the upper hand.

Regarding your grandmother’s visit, I would love to meet her if you are not opposed to it. She sounds like a woman of many stories. Though from how you have spoken about her she would probably get on with lady Galadriel most. 

As for my own life, it has been considerably less lively of late but full of dull meetings. The plans for the High King’s arrival are nearly complete, and we now enter the more practical stages of preparation. Much work lies ahead, but once the planning is done, my role will be that of a mere overseer. Which thankfully, means fewer meetings and more time in the forge, which, as you know, is always a welcome change.

In any case, I have arranged for our dinner as we discussed. I recall you mentioning some concerns regarding attire. Please, allow me to offer you the services of my tailor at The Needle Cut. Simply state your name, and they will see to every need. If this is overstepping, do let me know; I only wish to make you as comfortable as possible in a setting where I already consider you a most esteemed guest.

Please do keep me updated on the progress of your training. If any of my old tactical theories could be of use, I shall gladly dust them off for you.

Yours in friendship,

Celebrimbor

Letter 3 - 5 days after Celebrimbor's letter

Lord Celebrimbor,

I must admit, I was most surprised to receive your letter personally delivered by none other than your apprentice, Fenrir. He was kind enough to accept a brief respite for tea, and I do hope you will pass along my sincerest thanks to him for his courteous visit. It is evident from his words that he holds you in the highest regard, and I believe he will flourish under your tutelage, though I suspect you are already well aware of this.

Fenrir spoke with such admiration of your work on the city gates that, I must confess, I could not resist paying them a visit myself after he left. Having now seen them with my own eyes, I find myself in complete agreement with his words. Your craftsmanship is nothing short of extraordinary. Your skill is such that it seems to rival the designs of nature herself. If I may ask, are there any other works of yours within the city that I might have the pleasure of viewing? I would be happy to see more of your art, should you graciously choose to share it.

I am most grateful for your recent advice regarding my training. While it remains a challenge to put such wisdom into practice; especially as I am still learning; I shall certainly strive to use it at the most opportune moment. The early hours and long days of training are proving difficult, but I am finding enjoyment in the process. At the bakery, Master Angon has kindly allowed me to alter my work schedule to better accommodate my training. I believe his decision was influenced by the incident where I found myself fast asleep in a mound of half-risen dough. I did manage to extricate myself, though I regret to say that we had to throw away that entire batch. As a result, I am now barred from the proving room without supervision.

I recently spent an afternoon with Quanta, as I believe I’ve mentioned them before. They are a dear friend of mine, one who would certainly claim to be my best friend. It seems, to my slight embarrassment, that they happened upon your previous letter. I beg your pardon for the breach of privacy; it was entirely my fault for leaving it carelessly upon the dinner table. However, you will be pleased to hear that Quanta was absolutely delighted by your suggestion regarding the tailor, and they have insisted we make a trip there this very afternoon. They are quite excited, and I look forward to sharing the outcome with you in my next letter.

May your meetings be quick and your creation delightful,

Eryn

Letter 4 - 4 days after Eryn’s letter

My dear Eryn,

I’m so pleased to hear that you and Quanta made it to The Needle Cut. Dalaria truly has a gift for design, and I’m sure you were both in excellent hands. However, I’ve heard that despite their best efforts, you insisted on paying for your garments? I do hope I haven’t caused any offense by sending you there—it was meant as a gift, of course. Had I not wished to treat you, I would never have suggested it in the first place. Please accept my sincerest apologies if it came across otherwise, and do allow me to send along this small gift with this letter to make up for it.

As for Fenrir, he was quite bashful when I passed along your thanks. He’ll be starting in my forge next week, so I’ll be needing to find someone else to deliver my letters for the time being. Don’t worry—I certainly won’t send Galadriel! We wouldn’t want a repeat of your first memorable encounter, would we?

Now, if I may, I’d be honoured to take you on a walk through the city when time permits. I’d love to show you some of my personal favourites, pieces of art and design not many are aware of. Until then, might I suggest you visit the new city bridge? I crafted the arches myself, though most of the work was done by my talented apprentices. Every ten feet or so, the art changes in both large and small ways. Many of my apprentices chose to honour past heroes, but a few of them took a different approach and captured the beauty of the natural landscape surrounding us. I think you might enjoy noticing the subtle differences in their styles.

I look forward to hearing your thoughts soon.

May your sword be light and your mornings bright,

Celebrimbor

Letter 5 - 2 days after Celebrimbor's letter

My friend Celebrimbor,

Your invitation to your tailors was not an insult and I would hope it would never be taken as one. The Needle Cut is a most exclusive tailor in all respectable corners of middle earth. I now realise I wrongly presumed the gift was simply the appointment itself. When it was suggested that your account would foot the bill, I insisted on paying. The last thing I would want is your reputation for generosity to be taken advantage of. I was happy to pay and any future gifts you wish to bestow need not cost you anything. Your friendship is valued in something much more expensive than gold, your time. 

That being said, your gift of a finely crafted hair pin is stunning. I do not know how to thank you enough. I see your hand in its crafting similar to the city gates but delicate and light. I have used it everyday since its arrival. 

The dress I commissioned from the Needle Cut arrived today, you are correct again. Dalaria really does have a wonderful eye for fabric and design. Please let me know when you have arranged our dinner, I look forward to unveiling it to you. 

I did have a wander over the bridge after I finished work last night. It was truly breathtaking, the sun was setting and the river was a firelight orange. 

The works on the railings are beautiful; each one is unique and reflective of our land. I will freely admit the one that depicts the first ones who sailed from Valinor is a favorite. Am I right in thinking the shadows show a moving sea?

I look forward to your reply 

Eryn

Letter 6 - 2 day after Eryn’s letter

Dearest Eryn,

Unfortunately I must keep this short.

You are indeed correct. I believe you have spotted the work of my principal attendant. Mirdania. Her skills are fast approaching my own. Her idea to have the shadows of the railing play like the waves of the sea was inspired! I worked with her to design the shadows so they move as the sun sets through them. I will happily admit to many attempts to get right but I am sure you will agree it's worth it in the end. Every visit to the bridge has brought out new designs my students made. I have yet to go and not be impressed with something new.

Plans for the king's arrival are well underway. Three weeks and he and his entourage will descend on our small city. Many have heard he is coming to celebrate with us so we shall get an influx of visitors. I’d advise your master to fire up the ovens in preparation. I will be recommending his store to many who will be visiting. 

How goes your training? You have been quiet on the subject of late. Galadriel speaks highly of you when I see her. She does poke at me when I question her about you. I have no doubt she tries the same with you. If beating her will help her to quiet on the issue I can show you a few words that will quickly silence her jibes. 

Please be patient, the final plans for our dinner are in progress, once they are complete I will send an invitation. I may have gone a little overboard with my plans, but I wish your first proper dinner to be done perfectly. 

Your friend 

Celebrimbor 

P.S. Can I enquire about the colour of the outfit you ordered? 

Letter 7 - 3 days after Celebrimbor’s letter 

Dear Celebrimbor,

I tried your tactic with Galadriel today. I first apologise if this letter gets to you after she has seen you. It did work though, I have never seen her so shocked. You will be happy to know I won the battle graciously and didn't lord my win over her. She was impressed with my prowess and asked where I had got the idea. Unfortunately she pressed until I revealed your name. I don't know what she has planned but I saw a dark idea forming behind her eyes. Please be careful. 

I visited the bridge again, though the day was cloudy so the shadow play you mentioned was dulled. The designs were still beautiful. Even in the rain your inspiration for your students shines. It is one of the many things I love living in this city. 

If you can tell me, I would love to hear more about the plans for the festivities and the high king's arrival. 

Your friend 

Eryn 

P.S. My dress for dinner is Green grey colour with a patterned shawl that is wine red colour.

Letter 8 - 3 days after Eryn’s letter 

Dearest Eryn,

Unfortunately your letter arrived after Galadriel saw me. She didn't take kindly to me offering in her words ‘undermining guidance’ and I have a significant bruise on my arm to learn from the mistake. Though allow me to be crystal clear, the bruise will never deter me in offering my help. I am happy to aid you at any cost.

Though from Galadriel's account there was a lot more grandstanding in your victory than you implied. I have a feeling that the truth is somewhere in between the two of you accounts. Though despite your victory I believe Galadriel had immense fun.

Your appreciation of my students' work fills me with a joy I have not felt for many years. 

How is your grandmother? I believe that there was a report of some settlers near her section of the forest. Though the forest does not come under my banners protection if there is trouble I will send what help I can.

The festivities for the high king start with a parade at the king's arrival. A short one that will end in the centre of the city. There will be a large dinner to celebrate his visit. There are plans for the rest of the city to engage in the market with celebrations and games. There will also be a concert that goes into the night. 

Aside from that there will be meetings with the right people, discussions for plans in the future. 

I am looking forward to it but it will be a lot of work. 

May the light of the sun guide your sword

Celebrimbor 

Letter 9 - 1 day after Celebrimbor's letter

Celebrimbor,

I am deeply sorry you are hurt at my expense. If I had known that would be her reaction I would have dialled back the celebrations. Are you okay?

Galadriel commented that you often resorted to unhanded tactics as that is the only you can best her. While, I don't entirely believe her statement. I do agree that ‘underhanded tactics’ can often be used to get the upper hand. If you wish to demonstrate your skills and wisdom further I would always appreciate more advice. So long as you are able to guard yourself better from her attacks. 

My grandmother is very well. She writes that the forests are now clear of settlers and they have moved away. Which suits her as she prefers the solitude of the forest. Choosing to trade with those who she likes the look of from afar. I have known her to scare away travelling messengers because they didn't meet her exacting standards of a passing stranger. 

The festivities sound delightful, I cannot wait to celebrate with everyone. While I know you probably already have everything in hand. If there is anything I can do to help I would happily offer my skills. 

Your Friend 

Eryn. 

Letter 10 - 6 days after Eyrn’s letter

Lady Eryn,

I would love to have you attend our dinner a week tomorrow. I enclose an official invitation, please bring this with you. It enables the announcer to speak your name correctly.  

The King arrives now in just two weeks. Time has flown quickly and there is a lot to do. 

I do have a request, would you do the honour of staying the night in my residence. I have an idea I wish to discuss with you and a formal dinner is not the time to discuss it and it is not appropriate to ask via letter. 

There will be a carriage that picks you up on the night of the dinner. My attendant will collect you back and make sure you arrive in exact splendor and your things arrive in good order. 

If this is okay with you please let me know and all the arrangements will be completed.

Yours with kindness 

Celebrimbor 

Letter 11 - Same day receiving Celebrimbor’s letter 

Celebrimbor,

Your invitation is most definitely accepted, I shall be ready and waiting for the carriage. 

I look forward to seeing you 

Eryn

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Eryn waited nervously. Hovering around her front door looking for any sign of a carriage coming down the street. How was it going to get here? The corners are very tight. What if it gets stuck? Will she have to walk to the forge and get people to come help? Not in this dress, she will have to change.
She looked in the mirror for the seventh final time. Making a slight adjustment to her hair making sure the pin is upright. 

“Everything will be fine. You are going to be the beauty of the ball in that outfit.” Quanta says holding a glass of wine they had helped themselves to. 

“You keep saying that, yet my mood has not changed. The carriage is still not here!” She wrung her hands. 

“Give me a final look at you. Allow me to make sure everything is in the right place.” Eryn followed instructions and spun around slowly. 

Her dress was a heather grey flowing in multiple waves. It was asymmetric so only one side pooled at the floor. The fabric had a subtle sheen that caught the light giving it a purplish tone. The fabric was thick but not heavy and had a way of muting her heeled steps as she walked. Draped over one shoulder was a deep red scarf, it had a delicate silvered Brocade pattern woven through it. 

“Beautiful, you are magnificent!” They looked at her worried brows. “The invitation says that the carriage will be arriving in thirty minutes.” They swung her round pulling her from the window. “It will not arrive early.” 

“It could! you don't know.” 

“I do actually know very much. Events like this rarely run on time and are nearly always late. They are never early.” They take another sip of her wine. She looked at him and took their glass

“Excuse you!” 

“It's mine! I need this more than you.” She went to take a sip but Quanta stopped her before the glass reached her lips. 

“Actually, you will have lots available at the party.” He finished the wine. “And I am sure Celebrimbor does not skimp on the vintage!” 

“That was my nice bottle.” 

“It most definitely was not.” They looked over at the wine shelf that was now mostly empty. “Your ‘nice bottles’ are nonexistent.” they gave her a sideways look, Eryn sighed.

“What should I do then? I'm clearly too early but if I get undressed by the time I'm out of this dress it will be here.” 

“I could offer you your own glass of mediocre wine?” 

“Nope. The moment has gone. If I spill any wine on me I might cry.” 

“That would be why I picked the red. It matches your dress!” They winked. Pouring her a glass, thankfully only half full.

“I am not arriving to my first ever hosted dinner merry.” 

“You don't have to drink it. Just hold it and we shall see where the next half hour takes us.” 

“Fine.” She took the glass and held it carefully with both hands. “Now what?” 

“Well…” Quanta looked around. “Show me what you are taking with you. If you are having breakfast with a lord. You cannot go down to breakfast in your usual bed attire.” 

“I'm not!” She resisted the urge to throw that glass at him. Some wine might get on the dress.

“What are you wearing then?” They sat on the armrest of her favorite chair, crossing their legs.

 “My standard fancyish trousers, boots and my favourite top.” 

“The green floaty one?” 

“No, the grey long sleeved one.” There was a long pause. 

“That will be acceptable.” 

“Why thank you.” she raised an eyebrow. 

“I endeavour to please, Lady Eryn.” 

“Please stop calling me that.” She groaned. “Celebrimbor says it out of habit I suspect. You are not allowed to say it.” 

“Why not? It suits you.” They smiled but it caught her off guard, they were being genuine. 

“Well no, it suits people who are actually Lords and Ladies. I only have it accidentally, and with one person.” 

“Fine but when that changes I will cite you back to this conversation. Please know I will have won and you owe me a fancy dinner.” 

“That is an impossibility, so go ahead.” 

The minutes started to tick by faster and faster until there was a knock at the door. 

Eryn froze, her legs didn't move. It was happening. She could only watch as Quanta grinned and moved to the front door. They opened it blocking her view of who was at the door. 

“Lady Eryn's resistance, how may I help you?” 

“Good evening friend, I have been instructed to collect Lady Eryn for tonight's dinner.”

“Ah yes of course. My lady you ride is here!” They called back into the house like it was far bigger than it actually was. 

“Coming, thank you Quanta.” She pulled them from the doorframe and she finally saw who had been sent. Fenrir smiled and bowed as he saw her. 

“My Lady. If I might say you look radiant this evening.” He offered his arm guiding her out of the door. 

“Have fun M’Lady.” Quanta's voice came from behind. 

“Thank you Quanta.” Eryn fought to keep her voice cheerful though the pit in her stomach grew. She should have drank some of that wine. 

Fenrir glided her to the carriage. It was ornately simple, covered on all sides with large windows that hung grey curtains. Another elf sat on top with a single grey horse bridled to it. The carriage was made of a red wood with careful engravings along the sides. The door was open and Fenrir helped her in. 

“Would you like the curtains open M'Lady?” 

“No thank you, keep them closed.” 

“Of course, I was instructed to ride in the carriage with you, unless you would prefer me to ride at the front?” 

“No please don't leave me in this all alone. It's too big for just one.” She laughed. Fenrir smiled and got into the carriage, sitting opposite her. The door closed and they set off. 

“I was not sure the streets around here were big enough for a horse drawn carriage." The words fell out her mouth, not wanting silence.

“I would believe his lordship did think of that when designing the city. There was a comment made before that led me to believe this carriage was specifically designed for use on the small roads off the main thoroughfare.” 

“That is unsurprising, Lord Celebrimbor is not a man who would neglect to think of these things.” 

“Indeed.” Fenrir nodded, looking carefully at the only open window. After closing it, he lowered his tone. “Are you nervous?” 

“If I wasn't I'd think I would be insane.” She matched his tone. 

“His lordship has asked me to escort you into the dinner, is that okay with you?” 

“That is very good to hear. I have never been to one of these before. I'm not used to walking into any room having my arrival announced.” 

“It is a first for both of us.” Fenrir smiled. “I believe Lord Celebrimbor said he would be waiting for you.” 

“Do you know who else has been invited?” 

“A few you know Lady Galadriel and Lord Narvi shall be attending. There are a few from the council who will arrive after us. I believe the herald of the king is here too.” 

“The herald of the king?” 

“He arrived early to ensure everything was prepared for his Highness’ arrival next week. It caused quite the stir in the forge” There was a brief look on his face that indicated that he shouldn't have said that. So she tried not to react to it. 

“It will be interesting to see everyone there. I look forward to seeing Lady Galadriel and Narvi again. The herald… should I know who he is?” 

“Only in name I suppose. He is Commander Elrond, son of Eärendel.” He said. Eryn lost any follow up questions she had. 

The son of one of the greatest heroes in existence, the first mortal to step on the land of Valinor. His son was at the same dinner she was going to? 

“You know, I think this might be a bad idea.” She said quietly. “Too late to turn around?” Fenrir seemed to be thinking of his next words carefully. 

“My lady… if it helps. Commander Elrond was not invited. He arrived. Lord Celebrimbor was a little perturbed that he arrived this early… and unannounced.” There was a pause. “He put much effort into this dinner for you. Not for him.” 

The words were oddly comforting, in a small way. She could still feel her heartbeat in her fingers but there seemed to be a soft blanket on the sensation. 

“I suppose it is too late to turn around now… I think we are here.” She smiled and Fenrir seemed to relax. “Thank you for your kind words.” 

“You are always welcome, my lady.” The carriage came to a stop and Fenrir immediately got out, opening the door and offering his hand. Eryn took it gratefully, carefully looking down at her feet to make sure she didn't fall.

She finally looked up to see she was in a magnificent garden. The backdrop was the forge, the garden was lit with candles and there was a large marquee decorated with flowers and vines, at the end of a winding pathway acting a grand entrance. 

“This is a lot bigger than he implied.” She said to Fenrir, now holding his arm as she stood rooted to the spot. “How many are here?” 

“About fifty or so.” 

“You mentioned about five!” Her heartbeat renewed its running and she watched Fenrir gulp. 

“Given your reaction to the king's herald. I thought it best not to mention anyone else?” He smiled nervously. Eryn forced down a deep breath. 

“In the future, don't make those decisions for me… this is worse than me having a private meltdown in the carriage.”

“My deepest apologies my lady.” He bowed slightly. 

“Let's get this started then. Hopefully I won't fall flat on my face.” 

“I will make sure that won't happen my lady.” 

They set off, down the path. There was a couple ahead of them finely dressed, in a green gown that trialled the floor and a burnt orange suit that had long tails. She couldn't recognise them but she could only see the back of their heads.

“Lord and Lady Vansala, she is the minister of education for the city.” Fenrir said into her ear. “Behind us is Lord Radahawn. A visitor from the Grey Havens. He makes this city his holiday every few decades.” 

“Interesting, are you going to be able to do this the whole night?” 

“Unfortunately no. I have other duties. But Lord Celebrimbor will take my place no doubt.” 

Eryn let out another sigh. They had reached the entrance of the marquee. A short staircase led to a set of double doors that had been open wide. A slight queue had formed as people waited to be announced. 

“Lady Lara Amarthadis and Lord Ingemdir!” A loud voice called out and two people disappeared from the top. There were two people ahead of her. Eryn kept a smile on her face. 

“My dear, I don't believe we have ever had the pleasure.” Lord Vansala turns to her with his wife. “It is a pleasure.” There was a moment of silence as she realised Fenrir wasn't going to introduce her. 

“Lord and Lady Vansala, it is my pleasure to meet you. My name is er Lady Eryn daughter of Brannamath.” She bowed, looking at Fenrir. “This is Fenrir… he is my escort to the party this evening.” 

“Delighted to be of service.” Fenrir politely bowed and stepped away a little. 

“A Mirkwood name? How lovely to have you here with us. How long will you be with us? There are a few things I could discuss with you to take back to your king” 

“My lady you misunderstand. I live here, it has been many years since I have been back home.” 

“Ah of course, my dear always correct her if she gets something wrong.” Lord Vansala smiled as Lady Vansala rolled her eyes. “She is always looking for ways to make connections.Even with the guest of honor.” 

“You are awful!” She scolded. “My husband means to say that I will enjoy getting to know you better. I hope we are seated near each other.” 

“My lady, that would be most welcome.” Eryn curtseyed, taking the opportunity to look ahead. “It looks like you both are about to be introduced.” 

“You are correct, the quicker we get in the quicker I can eat.” Lord Vansala  smiled and nodded goodbye. 

“Lady Henirien and Lord Thandir Vansala!” The announcer boomed. 

“Hand me your invitation.” Fenrir said quietly. She did so and a servant she hadn't seen ran off with it. They reached the top of the stairs. The room was magnificent. The walls had been decorated similar to the marquee outside with flowers and vines, a large chandelier hung from the ceiling, blocking her view of most of the guests in the room. She breathed a slight sigh of relief. 

She allowed Fenrir to guide her forward 

“Lady Eryn of Mirkwood!” The announcement made her jump. As they descended, faces came into view. She searched the crowd for anyone she knew, there were none in her immediate scan. She saw the smiling faces of Lord and Lady Vansala and matched their expression. 

Finally! There he was towards the back he turned to smile at her. His face may well be sun. He started to walk towards her but was pulled away, a deep frown crossed his face. But was taken further until she could no longer see him. 

“I have no idea where I'm going after this Fenrir.” She says trying to talk without moving her lips. 

“Don't worry, I am not leaving you,” he replied. “I am to guide you to Lord Celebrimbor and I will not let him or you down.” 

“Thank you.” The determination was once again a blanket on her nerves. They both reached the bottom of the stairs. 

It felt like a sea of people all dressed in their finest clothes talking to each other. She caught a few conversations:

“His Highness’ prerogative is his own, I imagine his advisors would have already told him those exact words.” 

“Yes, but if I knew that I had been discussed, I would feel better.”

“You believe the king must run his policies by your ear first?” 

“No of course not…”

“But those of us who trade with the dwarves find them to be most impertinent, why would lord Celebrimbor want more dealings with them?” 

“I believe they loosen his fingers with gold, it is the only reason to deal with such people.” 

“You must come see his gallery. His art is divine.” 

“I will aim to see some while we are here.” 

“You have not been to Ereigon unless you have seen it.” 

“I can imagine that is the case, if you would excuse me.” 

Eryn tried not to be seen, avoiding these conversations entirely was now her aim. How was she going to talk to these people? More people passed by. No one acknowledged her or Fenrir as they walked. Fenrir seemed to know where he was going, so she followed. 

“Lady Eryn!” That was Narvi’s voice. She turned to see. “I know I'm hard to see in this sea of trees but it's not that difficult.” She found him and smiled. He was dressed in an impressive tunic that was a deep green patterned with gold and silver filigree. 

“Lord Narvi! It is good to see you.” The relief at seeing a friendly face washed over her. 

“I imagine it is. I am the best looking fella here.” 

“Your confidence is abundant tonight.” They both laughed.

“It should be, I am on my best behaviour.” He motioned for her to come closer. “The prince of Khazad dum is here “ 

“The royalty has certainly shown up tonight.” 

“Indeed! Would you like an introduction?” 

“Heavens no!” she laughed. “I am already out of my depth, don't take me further out to sea.” 

“You'll be fine lassy.” He started to walk her in one direction, but she slipped out of his grasp.

“Okay then answer me this… would it be rude of me to greet your prince before I have thanked our host?” 

“Ahhh fine, fine. But I need you to prove I am a capable diplomat. If I talk to these log heads for much longer I might lose my rag.” 

“And here I thought you were on your best behaviour?” She laughed.

“Careful I might lose my rag at you!” He smiled up at her his eyes shining. 

“I will make sure to come back. I promise.” 

“Of course,” he waved her and Fenrir away. They moved through the crowds again. 

“This way, my lady” Fenrir took her off to the side of the crowd. 

“Are we still finding lord Celebrimbor?” 

“Indeed.” 

“Hello my lady, sorry to interrupt you. I felt I must introduce myself.” Eryn turned. She felt Fenrir bow and she stiffened.

“My lord. How nice to meet you.” Her mouth was dry.

“I am Elrond, herald to the high king. Though right now I am just an admirer of you.” He is clad in a tunic of midnight blue, embroidered with a golden thread of beautiful patterns. There was a subtle sheen of gold throughout like the sun through the sky. A white gold half cloak sits on top, it is long and scapes at his ankles. The outfit is perfect for the occasion but does not quite fit him. 

“You are very kind Lord Elrond. I am Eryn, daughter of Brannamath.” 

“I took a guess you might be. Both Lord Celebrimbor and Lady Galadriel have spoken very highly of your skills.” 

“I doubt they spoke at length then.” She laughed, her skin felt like it was too hot and cold at the same time.

“I must protest, it is in fact the opposite. Though I have been here merely hours, I feel like I have known you for an age.” His smile was gentle and kind. 

“Well if that is the case I am at a disadvantage. I merely know your name and title.” 

“Lord Elrond! Please, this way.” someone she couldn't see interrupted. Already pulling him away. 

“I look forward to getting to know you personally, if you'd excuse me.” he graciously bows and glides away. 

“And I do too. I hope we will speak again.” she breathes out feeling her head go light. Turning back to Fenrir “Please tell me Celebrimbor is near.” 

“He is my lady.” 

“There you are!” Celebrimbor's voice beamed. She turned, finding him bowing to her. 

“My lord Celebrimbor!” She curtseyed, “this evening is quite frankly beautiful!” 

“Thank you. I am happy you found it so.” He offered his hand out and she took it, feeling him gently squeeze her fingers showing his excitement. She looked him over. His outfit was a deep red coat tailored perfectly to his frame. Over his shoulders and matching his tunic was an intricate pattern of silver, no, grey embroidery. The coat flowed down his legs stopping just at the top of his boots that were also charcoal grey.  Beneath the coat was a grey silk tunic, it had a purplish sheen. Her head fluttered and she ran her fingers through her hair brushing the feeling away.

“Fenrir was the most attentive escort. Thank you for asking him to look after me.” 

“I only wish I could have done it myself.” He tucked her arm under his. “Let me show you some of my favourite people.”

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It no longer mattered that Celebrimbor could hear music. There was definitely some being played in the room but it was nothing compared to his symphony. Any problems could wait, this evening was about her. Eryn looked resplendent, in her gown. Subtle and yet the most beautiful in the room. His eyes may be a little biased but not by much. A few watched as they both walked past. 
“Where are we going?” Eryn asked, looking around at the wall decorations. 
“I am taking us to our seats. We shall be eating soon. The people I want you to meet are closely seated to us. Though we do have a surprise guest” He said hiding his annoyance and stood tall. 
“Thank goodness I'm not sure I will cope much longer. My nerves are all over. I am not sure I fit in here.” Her humility shone for a moment before it was hidden again by a smile. 
“My dear, your nerves are heinous liars, you are perfect for this room. If anything, you are better than it.” He said as warmly as he could, She playfully pushed him away. 
“You are too kind to me my lord.” She said with that same hidden smile. But he did feel her relax. 
“Once again I must counter, I could always be kinder.” He smiled as she shook her head. “Here are our seats.” There was a small group of people gathered nearby. Celebrimbor steered her around them, trying to shrink behind her. Unsuccessfully. 

“Lord Celebrimbor!” A tall elf with a thin smile appeared from the group. “We were just hoping we could talk to you.” 
“Indeed!” Celebrimbor spun them both around again, putting himself in front. “Lord Nyarrondur. You look unchanged since the last time I saw you, traditional as always.” He gestured to his tunic that sported the colours of the king. 
“And you, sprouting with the newest fashions, you and your partner might even look… complementary.” Eryn tensed a little in his arm. He took a breath, imagining how he could have the man removed from the party. There was no solution that wouldn’t cause a diplomatic incident.
“Might I please introduce my dear friend. Lady Eryn.” he gestured to her with a slight bow. 
“A pleasure I'm sure” Nyarrondur’s tone held just the edge of condescension, his smile twitching slightly as he looked Eryn over. Less like a lord and more like a craftsman appraising a flawed gem. “And Lady Eryn? Only one name? Are we to regard you as a mystery? From where do you hail?” 
Eryn held her posture, but there was a flutter of her fingers on his arm. 
“Lord Nyarrondur, my home is in this fine city. I am privileged to know lord Celebrimbor as a fine friend.” She said politely. He took a breath to speak but she carried on. “My name is not as privileged as yours though I believe both our families share a history of humble beginnings. Unless I am mistaken?” Celebrimbor’s arm tightened around hers, just enough for her to feel his silent support.
“Well said,” Celebrimbor added, with pointed warmth. “Many great names began as whispers. You might recall, Lord Nyarrondur, that your own house was once spoken of only in reverent tones behind closed doors, until you graced the world with your words. I believe Lady Eryn to be the finest of advisors in lots of matters. Lady Galadriel is even taking advice from her.” He already knew it was too much but he was unable to stop himself.
Nyarrondur’s smile faltered for a moment, though it did not vanish. “Ah yes, the House of Fëanor, one of flames and glory. And you, hammering bright wonders beneath the mountains, while we poor traditionalists weave our old songs into banners.” The lord shook out his long hair.
“There is use in both,” Lady Eryn said, quietly, but clearly. “Without roots, a tree may grow—but it topples in the first strong wind. Without sunlight, it withers in place.”
The tension of the conversation filtered from the room like a fresh breeze. Nyarrondur gave a soft laugh, raising one hand in concession. 
“Wisdom from the uncarved stone. Forgive me, my lady. My tongue is sometimes too old for its own good.” Though his words were honey, Celebrimbor could tell he was furious. 
“It’s the ears I would worry about,” Celebrimbor muttered under his breath, then straightened. “If we might be excused I was just showing lady Eryn to our seats for dinner. I believe our chef for the evening will call for dinner soon.” 

They walked away, and as they did, Celebrimbor whispered to her, “You handled him better than half the council. Remind me never to put you second to a swordsmith again.” Eryn smiled faintly. 
“But Lord Nyarrondur is charming.” Her anxious laugh followed. 
“Like a snake in a velvet pouch.” he pulled her chair out and sat her down. “Your words are like a quiet anchor in a rough storm.”
“That is an interesting illustration.” Eryn smiled, he could tell she was still nervous but that conversation had given her much confidence.  
“The dinner bell will ring soon and everyone will move to their assigned seats. Don't worry, only people who are not snakes are sitting near us. And only those I know will enjoy your company.”
“But Narvi said his prince was here.” 
“Indeed he is, he is a good friend of Elrond’s. Though I believe recently they repaired a rift of their friendship so it was requested they sit together.” 
“Well okay… I think I know what that means.” 
“Don't try, The prince and the herald's friendship is one I find hard to understand” he chuckled. He looked to Eryn's other side. “Though you will be sitting next to his wife. I assure you she is lovely.”
An attendant walked forward with a carafe in his hands. They poured two glasses and gave a head bow and disappeared into the crowd. Silence descended on them, Celebrimbor took a quiet sip of his wine. The dinner bell was sounded and people began to filter to their seats. 
“Where is Galadriel?” Eryn said quietly as people began to sit down.
“I believe she is running late.” He has a slight edge of irritation but it couldn't be helped. A messenger had arrived from Lindon asking for her. Thankfully he hadn’t climbed through the window this time. “She will be here.” he quickly scanned the room to see if she had appeared. Not yet. 
“How is your bruise?” She looked very apologetic as she looked him over trying to see if she could see the injury. 
“It is fine, completely healed in fact.” He smiled through the lie, hoping she wouldn't test it by touching his shoulder. Galadriel had nearly punched his arm out of its socket. It was painless so long as he didn't lift anything or move it too quickly. 
“Hmm she was kinder then I thought she would be then.” She half smiled. “Unless you are lying to me?” 

“Now that would definitely be the case I am sure. Galadriel isn't one to hold back.” Elrond appeared opposite him. A friendly smile on his face. 
“You'd know that for a fact?” Celebrimbor shot back. 
“Indeed I do.” He nodded to Eryn. “And I do believe lady Eryn already knows her well enough for that assessment too.” 
“Though I would not assume my Lord. You are not wrong, I have had enough of my own injuries from her over the past few weeks.” Eryn shifted a little in her seat as if shot back to a recent memory. 
“See! My lord, your well known ability to hide your expressions has some holes in it.” Elrond was definitely enjoying this. He watched Elrond for a moment enjoying his own joke. 
Since the construction of his new forge he has watched Elrond flourish under the creative freedom he gave him. The half-elf’s spirit seemed to have burned brighter since. It had been his idea to involve the dwarves in its construction. It had meant his forge was not only completed this century, their unmatched skill had seen the forge raised in less than a year, a fact he knew to be near impossible for Elven craftsmen, himself included. In that time he watched Elrond grow from a generous admirer to a close friend. 
The Elrond he had first met would never have dared such familiarity. And every playful challenge, every shared joke, filled Celebrimbor with a quiet, unexpected joy.
“One can never be so stoned faced. If I were to be so, it would be considered rude. Emotion is good for us.” He relaxed into his chair as attendants entered the room. 
A plate of carefully arranged seafood. Seared scallops in a light citrus dew, a personal favorite of his. Each ingredient added to the delightful smell and artful vision the chef had created for all of them. The portion was small, refined. Not meant to satisfy hunger, but to awaken the senses and prepare the palate for the courses to come. He watched the room for a moment watching everyone as they began to eat their food. His eyes flicked to the dwarven prince who had a brief look of outrage at the portion size. 
“My lord Celebrimbor. Your choices of food are always the most delicious.” Elrond commented after his first bite. Celebrimbor smiled and glanced at the dwarven prince, who seemed to still be struggling. 
“Prince Durin, please let me know if you would like anything else prepared for you.” The prince looked up as if ready to begin a list of requests. His wife Desa interrupted. 
“Your fine foods are a delight my lord. It would be rude of us if we asked for anything else.” Her eyes fixed on her husband. Burning up any list of requests he was about to give. Celebrimbor scanned the room again, sounds of delight in the food could be heard, the chef will be happy. Angon entered the hall, his eyes finding him immediately. Celebrimbor ignored him. 
“My lady, thank you for your kind words. If it helps, the next course will include a seared steak with accompanying butter fried potatoes.” Celebrimbor nodded knowingly. 
“Your lordship does think of everything.” Durrin smiled and said something to his wife over the table that made her smile. Elrond looked over at Celebrimbor.
“What?” Celebrimbor frowned. 
“Just observing you with your neighbours. It really was my fault they became so…” 
“Distant?” Celebrimbor offered. 
“Indeed.” Elrond finished his plate. 
“It is hard to imagine you to be the one who would cause offence my lord” Eryn said, a slight frown. 
“Oh so you'd imagine it was my fault then?” Celebrimbor stuttered.
“Indeed," she said truthfully, "Narvi would take it as a badge of honour if you did so” she smiled, he couldn't help smiling back. 
“That is most correct, don't you think so, lord Celebrimbor?” Elrond took a sip of his wine.
“From certain angles.” Celebrimbor raised an eyebrow. “But one can never be too sure.” A slight irritation to his tone, letting Elrond know he was close to a line he should not cross.
“It is not always an easy thing,” Eryn said gently, “to walk the fine line between honesty and offense among friends and allies.”
“I must heartedly agree with you my lady.” Elrond took another sip of his wine. “Yet I find myself crossing that line more often than I would wish.” He shot Celebrimbor a look, Elrond's own warning fired back at him. 
“It seems to me, my lord, that bridges built over centuries are not so easily burned by a single misstep. Perhaps all that is needed is time…and possibly another feast or two.” He allowed himself a small smile, relaxing.
“Aye, food and time mend more rifts than all the diplomacy in the world. That’s what I say.” Durrin said and he added with a grin, “Well…almost all.” The prince looked to Elrond and then his wife. The three of them shared an unknown, unspoken conversation. The kind that others were only ever allowed to guess at. He’d seen that look before. Old alliances never quite severed, never quite whole.
“Time is most often the greatest healer. But we must be patient with it.” Lady Disa ruminates, she smiles at her husband. “But alas men are not known for their patience.” She smiles at Eryn sighing lightly, before leaning in with a grin and mischief in her tone. “Might I ask, Lady Eryn, how you found yourself here? Among all these fine-looking lords?”
“Disa!” Durin barked, slamming his cup down a bit too hard.
“Calm your bluster.” She shifted closer to Eryn. “You seem to be at home here, far more than I would have been on my own first evening among elven lords.” She lowered her voice to draw Eryn further into conversation.

Celebrimbor kept his expression still, but his attention sharpened. He had noticed that, more than once this evening, Eryn carried herself through these new conversations. His stomach tightened waiting to step in to help, but he was repeatedly not needed. Angon continued to watch them all from the other side of the room. 
“That depends on how you view home. I have always found it to be in people more than places.” Eryn offered a small, polite smile, her fingers resting lightly on the rim of her glass. Celebrimbor caught a quick glance in his direction. He quietly listened to what Eryn would say next. He took a sip of his own glass trying to avoid notice, looking to others down the table but still hanging on her every word. She wasn’t timid or shy, more careful and intentful in how she spoke. Each sentence had been weighed to ensure it was the best she could use. 
“You, like most elves, give frustratingly wise answers.” Disa tilted her head. “Not many can sit at a table like this without being swept under the current of all these grand names and sharp minds.” 
“It is a steep learning curve. But as you mentioned patience and the ability to listen are good tools to start with.” Eryn admitted with a faint curve of her lips. “Then it's trying to figure out everything left unsaid,” She added. Celebrimbor's mind snapped back to the conversation in his study. While many only listened to what was said. It was like watching a bird fly as she easily navigated what was unsaid. 
He saw the slight shift in her demeanor as she began to notice Disa’s steady gaze, sensing she was being studied. He flicked his own eyes away, noticing that gaze on him too. 
“You are definitely right there.” Disa chuckled, a low, approving sound. “But that will come with time, especially given those who already favor your company.” She said knowingly.
Celebrimbor stilled slightly. Despite the aforementioned bluster of her husband, Disa would always be his quiet undercurrent of observation. Speaking plainly with a smile that disarmed even the most experienced. It was one of the reasons why the relationship between their cities had become so strong.  He made a small note to begin to find a way to thank her for that in the future, and more immediately he would find a way to stop that observation staying on Eryn and himself. 
Before Eryn could answer, Durin huffed dramatically and muttered into his cup.  
“Elves and their quiet mysteries,” making Disa laugh under her breath. Eryn only lowered her gaze slightly, her expression calm but a hint of the faintest flush could be seen on her cheeks. No one else seemed to notice.

The next course came and as promised. The steak sizzled as it was brought out. The air filled with the deep, rich scent of seared meat, rosemary, garlic, and the unmistakable scent of melted butter crackling on hot iron. Plates were placed with reverent care by attendants, their robes brushing softly against the polished stone floor. Each dish was a painting in scent and texture: a perfectly caramelized cut of steak, resting against a bed of wild greens and golden potatoes so crisp they crackled when touched.
“Now this is what you call a meal!” Durin cheered. A few other dwarves including Narvi gave sounds of agreement.
Celebrimbor gave Eryn a sideways glance checking in on her as she began the second course. He began his own meal and tasted the delicious meat. Cooked to perfection, as always. 
“How do you find your meal, my lady?” Elrond asked. 
Eryn didn’t speak but nodded a smile on her face. After a moment she had finished her current bite.
“It is a beautiful dish. The spices and meat are blended perfectly. I must ask for compliments to be taken back to the chef.” 
“I think there will be many such remarks tonight.” Elrond took another bite of his own meal. Savoring it. 
“I will make sure to pass on your compliment,” he lent into Eryn’s ear. “Our chef will be pleased to hear that the guest on honour enjoyed his choice of prepared meals.” 
Eryn’s smile deepened at Celebrimbor’s comment. The feeling in his stomach matched her smile. He took a breath to steady himself. 
“Once again, my lord, you give me too much kindness.” She said and gently lifted her goblet, gracefully taking a sip of the wine. She spoke her next words softly. “I might remind you that the title you call me by has not been bestowed on me by anyone but you. I am much more at home with dough balled under my hands.” 
Narvi let out a low chuckle. “Then perhaps it’s time titles were earned by craft, not bloodlines. I’d wager your bread could bring a dwarf to tears, and that’s no easy feat.”
Durin raised an eyebrow in agreement. “Aye. A good loaf can settle disputes quicker than a blade or a council meeting.”
Celebrimbor glanced over, curiosity sparking behind his reserved expression. “You downplay your work, Eryn, but I suspect the same attention to detail that goes into our forges finds its mirror in your ovens.” She inclined her head modestly, though there was pride in her eyes. 
“Perhaps. Though I imagine my craft has fewer explosions.”
“That depends on the oven,” Elrond added dryly, drawing a ripple of laughter around the table.

A simple silence followed that was comforting as they finished their dishes. 
“I would lick that plate if I could.” Drurin set down his cutlery with a thud. Disa chuckled quietly, setting her own implements to the centre of the plate. 
The attendants returned to remove the empty plates. The mood in the hall was happier, as it often was after food had been eaten. There were pockets of conversion Celebrimbor could hear, though he had no doubt that Aegon would have a full report of everything discussed tonight. Dwarves were discussing the superior nature of their alloys to elven ones. Narvi was regaling a tale in which he personally saved a whole squad of elves from a hill troll. The elves from his council were commenting on the newest arrival from Lindon. Elrond was discussing the pros and cons of savory baking with Eryn and Disa. 
It had initially irritated him that Elrond had arrived early, especially as it quickly became clear he had come with no knowledge of the discussion Gil-galad had wished to further pursue. Elrond has taken it upon himself to visit his friends early. Which meant he had to accommodate the herald in the feast tonight. However it had quickly turned into a blessing as Elrond had been a balm to any conversation he had been a part of. 
He focused on Eryn as she animatedly informed the table of the process of rising dough and how to make adjustments to it to accommodate consistency, crunch, taste and texture. 
He watched her rise like sunlight through the early morning mist. His friends and allies gave her room to shine. Those who knew her lifted her up and those new to her admired her cleverness and wit. It was at that moment he realised he didn’t just like her. Eryn would be his best advisor, wonderful confidant and closest friend. Hopefully.
He felt his heart jump at a realization. He quickly pushed it down. He let out a deep sigh. Over his years he had learnt to be careful with his heart. It would often rush off ahead of his brain and he taught it to stay within his walls. But watching her now as she described the method of rising dough as the same fervor he would teach at his forge. He felt the edge of his carefully crafted walls start to crumble as he desperately tried to keep it in place. 
He forced his eyes to scan the room again, searching for Galariel again. She would be unlikely to make an appearance at this point. He will have to check on her. Angon passed his vision, he seemed to want something.

“What do you think my lord?” Elrond pulled him back to the conversation. He snapped his attention back to the table.. 
“I must apologise.” His face reddened. “My ears and eyes were pinned to the rest of the room.” 
“Eryn was telling us about your enjoyment of her latest experiments in baking. We were enquiring on what everyone's favorite dessert is.” 
“Ah right. An excellent question.” He tapped his fingers on the table. “I cannot give a single answer.” He chuckled. 
“Always the diplomat.” Elrond smirked as Disa nodded in agreement. 
“I can narrow it down to two options.” He lent forward making sure Eryn could easily see him. He caught her smile as he pulled the attention at the table. “The first is Lemon and Thyme Honeyed Cake. Controversial in some circles I understand however when made correctly. Which I am sure you could achieve easily,” He placed his hand briefly on Eryn’s. "It is the perfect balance of sharp and sweet.” 
“What of the thyme?” Disa frowned, ready to argue. He smiled 
“The thyme adds in the flavor of middle earth.” Celebrimbor watched as the table sniggered 
“You are clearly the Lord of Eregion. Flowery elves and their poetry!” Prince Durin banged his table. 
“No no my friend, think about it.” Elrond comes to his rescue. “The flavours all represent all aspects of our land!” His eyes were bright with understanding. “The thyme ingredient reflects your own people.” Celebrimbor frowned as he caught a mischievous grin on Elrond's face. “Baldurdash! You clearly are as blind as your tastebuds. Thyme if anything would refer to you elves who wish to be one with the trees!” The prince pointed his finger at Elrond.
“But you yourself are the one who proudly calls your people of the earth. There is definitely an earthen flavor that comes from that herb. I suppose an argument could be made for the lemon and honey flavors as well.” Elrond parried the prince’s bluster. Celebrimbor watched the duel over flavours continue, the joy on both their faces plain, despite the argumentative surface most would see. 
“And another thing!” Durin continued. “You are the perfect representation of those infernal cakes because you might sound sweet but really you are sour and bitter!” 
Celebrimbor felt himself wince as other tables began to take note of the escalating conversation.
“You strike me to my core.” Elrond takes the hint gracefully. “However I must insist you are incorrect, because of course you seem sharp at first but really you are distracting and sugared.” 
“You DARE!-”

Celebrimbor felt a hand tap his knee under the table. He turned to Eryn, the playful banter faded to the background as he watched the flicker of a smile cross her lips. It was a single moment of reassurance, all he needed to pull him back from all the noise and find his command once more. 
“Gentlemen!” He said firmly. “Both sides of this argument have their merit. Ah- before either of you continue your discussion.” He raises a finger silencing them both. “Thyme is indeed a reflection of all parts of our land. It is the very earth we walk on, live in and grow from. It is a gift to be able to do so would you not agree?” He lent back in his chair resting his chin on one hand. It was a dare, one he would always win. As the host neither of them could rightly challenge his words, especially when they had just eaten his food, under his roof, enjoying his company. To their credit both of them looked downward to the table in a silent apology. 
“Food is the best way to celebrate our differences, to try another's food is to learn more about them than you could from any conversation.” Eryn said allowing the two men to lose the unseen battle gracefully, whether she did it knowingly he could not be sure. “A balance in all things brings flavour where you would otherwise have distaste." She said carefully.
The table fell into a thoughtful silence as the implications of her words took root. Celebrimbor found himself caught in her gaze, his thoughts momentarily lost in the quiet storm brewing within him. He felt a warmth spread through his chest, something far more personal than the glowing embers of the forge.
“Indeed.” Elrond recovered the quickest from Celebrimbor admonishment. “It was not until I tasted the food from Disa hand that I understood the true love that is shared between you both.” He extended an olive branch, of sorts.
“If you two are going to get all sentimental over cakes, I’ll be leaving!” Durin grumbled, but there was no real heat in his words. He was, in truth, enjoying the subtle back and forth, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

“I do believe we have wandered away from the original topic.” Elrond said, his diplomatic charm not clearly back on display. “Lady Eryn, please tell us more about some of your experiments.” 
“Yes, I think I should like to know more too. Some of your fancy elven ways might survive in a dwarven kitchen.” Disa lent forward. Celebrimbor felt his heart lighten as his friend spoke about nothing important, but everything important to him. He sighed as he finished his wine, glancing around to catch the eye of an attendant. 
Celebrimbor felt another tap, this time from behind. Angon. He didn’t turn, merely lent towards the direction of the tap. 
“My lord, I am afraid I must pull you away.” 
“Angon.” His warning was barely audible. “What could possibly be the matter?” 
“My lord, it would be best discussed away from prying ears.” Angon's tone was apologetic but insistent. 
“Very well, can you give me five minutes?" He tried to wave him away but he stayed in his ear. 
“No, it must be dealt with now. I have already attempted to delay the matter but it is growing obstinate."
“Very well.” He clenched his jaw, not wanting to leave the conversation this abruptly.