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The elf from the first age had once been a lord among his people but his passion was blacksmithing and metal working. He had been known to to make the best blades in all of Middle Earth but also made enchanted jewelry and armor. Celebrimbor had for some time been a wanderer, living a solitary life traveling to different kingdoms and sharing his craft.

His travels brought the elven smith to the Lonely Mountain, home to the largest forge in Middle Earth. Though it also belonged to the dwarves. Celebrimbor wasn’t too sure how welcomed he would be to a lone elf, but his skill was known by all races and hoped he’d earn some respect among them. At the gate it took some convincing but he managed to gain entry, only after he’d present the royal family with gifts. Having to buy his way in was not surprising as dwarves were known to be a tad greedy.

Celebrimbor had a few blades and trinkets in his satchel that the king and two princes could have their pick from. Hopefully in exchange to getting to tour the massive forge and possibly staying awhile to work. The elven smith was escorted to the throne room and on the way he marveled at the craftsmanship of how the interior of the mountain was carved. Centuries of work beautifully done, if the main halls were this nice he could only imagine how spectacular the forge was.

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Bilbo chuckled, glad he could give a few laughs out of Kili given his previous mood and glad that they were speaking rather hopefully about the coming days. Things seemed too bleak for too long.

“I hope so. Thorin is very... burdened.” Bilbo took a moment to search for the right word. “I don’t think it’s just you and your brother he puts so much pressure on... Once Erebor is safe again, I’m sure better moods will be drawn out more easily. For everyone. Having a safe, comfortable home does let one’s mind rest...”

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  Days passed, and as the sun set beyond the horizon for the seventh’ time since the Healing Hands had pitched their tents in the city by the mountain, Lux had a feeling that the townsfolk were slowly getting used to their company. If nobody but guards and soldiers and some of the more confident craftsmen had been brave enough to investigate this strange business led by strange people in the beginning, an increasing number of less daring people were starting to find a way into their care by now. Word was getting around, and although it had taken them a while to coach Kriv into looking more like a friendly lizard than a belligerent dragonborn, the smiles leaving the tent after an hour or two did what they could to improve the Healing Hands’ overall reputation. (Of course, the knowledge that they sold their more than satisfying services for a penny and a song probably helped as well.)

  So despite the missed chance of bidding his goodbyes to the dwarven prince, Lux did not find himself bored enough to mourn his departure for too long. The steady income of new faces, stories and laughter kept him thoroughly entertained. Such was life on the road. Meeting interesting people and parting ways again - today here, tomorrow there. I have chosen this way, never wanted to stay, never asked for tomorrow or yesterday.

It really felt like it came out of nowhere, and although she probably would have been able to fight his pushing her down, Tauriel seemed to just move down to sit. It felt completely foreign to her that anyone would want to.. rub her shoulders? Was this a Dwarf thing? It wasn’t like many massages were passed around in Mirkwood. And sure, she did it to herself from time to time, but that was simply to ease any muscle pain.

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{Since leaving her home, Tauriel had been grateful to see the world on her own. Wind in her hair, vast open skies free from the choking grasp of gnarled Mirkwood branches— though it was freeing, the road was often lonely. She felt it most of all now, camping in a small field surrounded by darkness. The light from the fire, and that of the moon and stars were her only comfort.}

{Lost in her thoughts, the she-elf didn’t hear the tell-tale clicks of spider jaws approaching until it was too late. She turned just as a thick shot of web impacted her side, sending her tumbling to the ground. Her hands struggled to grasp for her daggers, one finding purchase. She managed to tear some of the webbing open, but the spiders were almost upon her.}

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