Celebrimbor and the Rings of Power
The masterwork he coveted, the maker he desired—held at last where neither can slip from him again. The stone Celebrimbor never warms beneath his hand; his skin has grown too cold. He does not speak as he once did. So Mairon carves another. And another. And another. And another. And another (...)
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