#celebrimbor of eregion

[fuckingfinwions]

As far as Celebrimbor could see, the problem with the Silmarils hadn't been that everyone wanted to steal them. That was inherent in making any object of power worth the name.

The problem was that the Silmarils could be stolen. Feanor wore them or set them down in a vault as he pleased, and then it was a simple matter for someone to pick them up. Celebrimbor would not make that mistake.

Celebrimbor made three rings and told no one. He had made lesser rings before but these would be his great work, the type of thing which could only be made once. They said that the Silmarils held part of Feanor's spirit and reflected the bliss of Valinor; Celebrimbor would do one better.

The Three rings would channel Celebrimbor's spirit and magnify it, allowing him power he could never reach unaided. He had designed rings for men and dwarves before, and the Three looked superficially similar. They were ring designed for elves, made by an elf, worn by an elf, but more than that the Three were the rings of elves. They channeled beauty and resilience, arrogance and grandeur, lasting for all the ages of the world. The echoes reached out to every elf in Ost-in-Edhil, reminding them that Arda was their inheritance, to shape and cherish and rule. As long as Celebrimbor believed in the strength of his people, they would have it.

As for theft, that had been a simple matter to solve, though far from painless. The Three were made of Celebrimbor's soul, but they became part of of his flesh as well.

Celebrimbor had done much of the forging normally, setting the gems and singing songs of power until the metal seemed to glow with purpose. Each future ring was only a curved bar though, the end unjoined and sharp. They were not complete, and would unravel in a matter of weeks if not finished.

When the enchantment for Narya was missing only the last step, Celebrimbor went down to the forge and heated it once more, letting the metal grow soft enough to bend without letting it loose any symmetry. Then he stabbed it into his body, binding its power to him forever. He nearly screamed in pain as his flesh sizzled, but that was why he hard started with the ring of flame. Celebrimbor did not die, and carefully bent the ring closed and melted the ends together. Then he ducked his whole body into the water barrel to quench the ring, letting himself drift in pain for a few moments before coming up for air.

Narya, the ring of fire, he placed near his heart. Vilya was next, mirroring it and close to his lungs, the ring of air moving with his every breath. Nenya was last, and most difficult. He had been able to see hi own chest when completing VIlya and Narya, but Nenya would go in his tongue, so each sip of water would be blessed by his own creation. Celebrimbor drew on Narya's power to withstand the flame, and Vilya's to keep from drowning as he quenched the final point.

Celebrimbor locked himself in the forge for three days to finish the Three, and at the end there was no other elven work as great.

[debbiedart]

disguise ✨

( prints! )

[mahtariel-of-himring]

Silm Headcanon:

Battle braids were common amongst the Noldor when they first arrived in Beleriand. The tradition of braids had transitioned from Valinorian family, friendship or marriage braids into ones for battle. New styles were invented and quickly spread across the Noldorian community.

The length, placement, thickness and beads that were added or not added told stories of survival and hardship throughout time.

The most common ones were the following:

First battle braids, a simple three strand braid with a black bead marking that an elf had spilled their first black blood.

Partaker braids, for different big battles that simply marked a soldier as having been apart of said fight.

Fealty braids, openly showing who one’s loyalty lies with.

And at last survivors braids, these were worn by those who survived any type of imprisonment by dark creatures, there was also a more complicated version of this braid for former thralls of Angband.

There were also very rare braids which brought the wearer great respect and honor if an elven warrior wore said braid in their hair.

One of the rarest and most admired was the braid marking the survival of an encounter with Sauron, which on its own was feat enough.

It was a complicated four too five thread braid with multiple smaller or larger beads depending on the length or severity of the meeting.

Another was the one worn by Balrog slayers. This braid however only really surfaced after the first age when Glorfindel returned from Valinor since there were no surviving Balrog slayers to wear it.

One of the few braids that stayed the same from Valinor to Beleriand was the braid of the High King. Having only ever been worn by Finwë, Fëanor, Maedhros, Fingolfin, Fingon and Turgon.

Gil-Galad did not continue this tradition due to his decent from the house of Finarfin who‘s braiding traditions, just as many other elven houses, had faded over the years.

But since braids were mainly worn by the first to arrive in Beleriand after the flight of the Noldor, therefore fëanorians and their loyalists over time battle braids became a symbol of their house which quickly resulted and a fast decline of elven battle braids being seen on daily basis.

After the second and third kinslaying they had nearly completely disappeared in all but those still loyal to the remaining two son‘s of Fëanor and the son‘s themselves.

There were also unique braid, only ever worn by one person.

One of those was Maedhros‘ side braid.

A simple but elegant side braid on his left with no beads or pearls or any decorations whatsoever.

He wore it always after his rescue from the cliffs of Thangorodrim.

This braid was neatly kept, closly against his skull and tightly braided.

The braid of Maedhros became a symbol for the Lord of Himring and only ever associated with him and his qualities.

His formidable talent as a warlord, his unchallenged title as the greatest and fiercest swordsman of Beleriand, his fëanorian heritage and his standing as leader of the followers of house Fëanor.

The orcs, goblins, werewolves and evil men began to fear the braid of the red haired elf and his name became even more devastating to them than it already was.

After Maedhros died none dared ever wear his braid, for it stood for a fury no one dared claim as their own.

The centuries went by and braids got fewer and fewer. The second age was nearly at its end and the war against Sauron in full go.

But then came the day on which Sauron’s forces marched with Celebrimbor‘s dead body used as a flag.

And the infamous fury of the Lord of Himring was set ablaze in another, one who deemed himself close to the deceased elf to this day.

Elrond.

When he saw his beloved cousin’s body, defaced and dishonored that fire his foster father had carried was lit within him, and something snapped.

The next day the entire army was in shock and disbelief as their King‘s herald walked onto the battlefield wearing said infamous side braid, paired with a set of armor made by Celebrimbor, and an ear cuff also known for having once belonged to Maedhros.

That day the orcs of Sauron learned to fear the fury of the half elf, for they had already forgotten what true Noldorian spirit was. Elrond cut them down one by one, killing hundreds of orcs by himself and struck terror into the hearts of his enemies as they watched their companions fall to his blade.

Elrond didn’t stop until nearly all orcs were either dead or had fled from his wrath.

Then he went to find his cousins body. He freed him from the wooden pole he had been bound to and carried him away. Far off into nature, away from Lindon and Eregion, far away from all they once knew and laid him to rest in a peaceful spot where many flowers grew and old trees surrounded them.

To this day Lord Elrond visits his cousin often, for his final resting place is no far from Imladris, and to this day he wears the braid once associated with Maedhros, and he would do so until his arrival in Valinor.

[thesummerestsolstice]

Sauron has complexes about exactly two (2) beings. Feanor and Luthien. Feanor, the mere elf whose work bested his and drew the eyes of his Maiarin peers (and even his master Morgoth). The elf who, whether he knew it or not, had challenged the mighty Sauron's forging skill and had, whether Sauron could admit it or not, won. Luthien had also challenged him, and left him defeated and humiliated, and had done it all with a kind of disgusted scorn that Sauron could never stop thinking about. She, a half-bred girl, had dared to look at him, most admirable and powerful of Maia, like he'd been a nasty stain on one of her cloaks.

And he's an obsessive perfectionist with an unparalleled ability to hold grudges, so of course he can't let either of those slights go. One of his greatest frustrations is the fact that Luthien has moved beyond the world, out of his grasp– if rumors are to be believed, so has Feanor, sent to the Everlasting darkness. Sauron hates them all the more for being gone, all the more for being out of reach of his anger and vengeance. And that hatred only festers in the long, lonely years of the Second Age, as Sauron bides his time and starts planning his comeback.

And then he walks into Eregion, and what is the first thing he sees? Luthien and Feanor.

He's introduced to Lord Celebrimbor and his cousin, Lord Elrond. He knows who they are of course, but he'd never been told they were such perfect copies of their ancestors. He's told more about them, but he doesn't listen. All he can think is that he finally has a chance to get his revenge.

Luthien and Feanor are back, and this time, Sauron promises himself, he will claim his victory over them.

[whumpybobbert]

What do we think they were thinking? I've also seen the theory that he never actually made it out the door

[khorazir]

“Celebrimbor in Eregion”

My third – of four – Fandom Trumps Hate 2024 contributions. This one is for Elrohir (@aowyn) who graciously bid on my services.

[rey-jake-therapist]

I can't wait to see Galadriel's reaction when she realizes that to convince Celebrimbor Sauron had to make a magical entrance, completely change his appearance again and pass for a quiet and ancient Elf, come up with a another new name, lie, lie and lie, while all he had to do to convince her was to be scruffy, broody and hot.

She's lucky Gil-Galad didn't ask her how he deceived her exactly... that would have been peak embarrassment.

[olessan]

[ayaosguqin]

“Who is He?”

First meeting of the members of Ost In Edhil and their leader Celebrimbor with a mysterious figure called Annatar

[thedeadtravelfast]

[emo--chanel]

annatar: *enters a room*

celebrimbor:

durin:

[mordorlady]

The Two Charlies ❤️‍🔥 And their understanding of their characters 💍

[celebrimborium]

we are on the cusp of crafting a new kind of power. not of strength but of spirit.

[tanoraqui]

we do NOT spend enough time discussing the implication that Ost-in-Edhil, and by extension all of Eregion, was for several centuries ruled by a meritocracy based specifically on skill at crafting. What an absurd political system. #onlynoldorwould

[saintstars]

Gentle times in Ost-In-Edhil

[whumpybobbert]