He loves what he does. That's why he's the Senior Master, while I'm still a Junior. But sometimes I wonder if he doesn't love his craft too much. This new journeyman, for example. He's good, but he doesn't love the work. I wonder if he loves anything. But the Master will teach him, for the power of ring-making should not be hoarded. For love of the craft, the craft is taught.
I do not have a love powerful enough for truly great Ring-making, and I wonder that the journeyman does. The newcomer makes Rings such as I have never seen, set with stones of great power. Seven he has made and nine of another kind. My three, weak attempts made for the love of the Master and Arda, pale in comparison.
Still, when the Black Tongue steals sleep, I flee.
Better Three made in love but weak, than One to Rule made in hate.
AN: I have a hard time believing that Celebrimbor thought nothing was wrong up to the point of the forging of the One Ring. So this is where my mind goes.
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