1. Wings of Memory
Wings of Memory
Celebrimbor
The green stone hummed almost imperceptibly in its silver setting as it was lifted into the narrow shaft of light. Its smooth surface reflected the distracted smile of its creator even as it gathered the sun's energy and shot emerald beams into the darkest corners of the workshop. The eyes of the mirdan looked through the bright heart of the stone, to a place and time forever lost to him except in memory...
His family watched as he carefully unwrapped the small set of fine tools. With a gasp of delight he gazed up at his father's father who stood by smiling in approval. 'Your talent has not gone unnoticed, Telperinquar,' Feanáro said. 'It is time you began to learn the craft of the Noldor.'
Telperinquar rose and bowed respectfully to his grandfather then found himself swept into the warm embrace of his grandmother Nerdanel's arms. She smiled indulgently down at him; then catching her husband's hand she drew him into the circle, and Telperinquar felt Feanáro's arm curl about his thin shoulders. Joy and pride sang together in his young heart. 'One day I will be a great smith also,' he vowed silently,' and I will craft wondrous things of precious metals and gems.'
Suddenly a cloud drifted over the sun and the stone dimmed. Celebrimbor frowned as the vision evaporated. Lowering the piece he laid it gently on the table, and noticed the silver eagle's outstretched wings were smudged with ash from the forge. Sighing deeply, he picked up a piece of cloth and resumed his polishing.
A/N:
mirdan - jewel smith
Telperinquar - Quenya equivalent of Celebrimbor (Silver-fist)
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