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Still glowing from the praise, Tyelpë was further dazzled by the prospect of taking a break with his companion. He had long harboured a deep appreciation of the maia, even when he was masquerading as Halbrand (there was just something about him, and poor Celebrimbor was drawn as a moth to a flame) and spending any form of time with him was always pleasurable. Indeed, at times Tyelpë did worry his appreciation was perhaps a little more desperate (dare he say romantic?) than was necessarily appropriate.

"I would ..."

Don't say love.

"I would like that, immensely. Yes. It is certainly time for a break, lest I make some foolish mistake."

There was that rush within him, wanting to make all in this place work endlessly with fires burning hot and smoke never-ending. Yet, he tampered such quick thoughts; strange visions of these wants that he could not allow himself to give in. Power was always the play, and he needed to remember to enjoy the way to it. Though, every time he looked upon this one with loyal dedication in his gaze, it stayed those fiery impulses, if only for a short while. There was something quite different in its place, and he couldn't understand the lot of it-- the real pull of it escaping him...