If you ever feel like drawing it, I would love a picture of Nyannatar threatening orcs/bandits OR staring at Aule from under Celebrimbor's bench in Numenor. he is the cutest little murder kitty, yes he is. <3
Celebrimbor sees out of the corner of his eye the exact moment Annatar falls utterly still. He turns in time to catch his little friend's fur stand on end, tail fluffed out and body tensed like an iron rod. Immediately Celebrimbor pivots, following those gold-orange eyes to the source of his little friend's distress, fully expecting some manner of monster for how terrified Annatar looks and-
There is nothing there. Just the far corner of the workshop, where the two walls meet. Plain, unassuming, and perhaps a bit more dusty than it should be.
"...Annatar?" Celebrimbor asks softly, curiously, turning back to the cat to see his gaze still fixed towards some spot in the distance, clearly spooked. "What's wrong?"