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The little man often walked on the bridge of Tharbad. The bridge was not in state as when the Numenoreans where there, but it was still the center of the city, and many people had stall with fruit and bread and other goods to be traded.

The little man tried to get in the front of a stall, but the people pushed him back, and quickly forgot about him.

However suddenly he was in front of everybody. The people pushing and shouting stopped and looked at him with surprise. The owner of the stall address him:

"-and what can I do for you, little fellow?"

"I would like this;" the little man said and pointed. The owner looked at his groceries on the top shelf. "This one?" he asked and pointed to some useless junk.

"No!" the little man said and pointed again, but the owner could not tell what he was pointing at. The people around him started to be impatient, stating this was no place for a boy.

The little man took the owners stool, and stood up on it. Now he was as high as any normal man was.

"This!" he said and was about to point, when something made him stop. He turned his head and look back upon the bridge. There stood the old man that had kept him I prison for so many years.

Annatar was walking on the bridge. He heard a lot of noise from one of the stall there. As he passed it, people were shouting; "Where did he go…." and similar phrases.

However, Annatar did not use time on the men. He was in haste travelling north. The little man followed him unnoticed by anyone for a while; until he left the road heading east as the little man's elf friend had done two years ago.

Annatar would visit Celebrimbor one more time. Not for friendship or crafting, but to see the Three rings that Celebrimbor had created.

To Annatars surprise, Eregion seems to be empty. There were no guards and he could freely enter Ost-in-Edhil. He even walked unopposed to Celebrimbors room. There in the small light from above, the Three Rings of Celebrimbor laid on s table in the middle of the room.

Annatar approached them slowly. He stretched his arm forward to take them. Then he felt the cold iron of a sword pressing against the side of his neck. Slowly he turned around. It was Celeborn.

Celebrimbor appeared in the room. He had been camouflaged against wall.

"This is as close as you will ever get to them!" He said.

Annatar looked around; other of the Gwaith-i-Mirdain appeared in the room. They were all armed with long knives. Annatar was surprised over he had not noticed them, but his focus on the rings had deprived him of most senses.

Annatar looked at Celebrimbor; "Is this the thanks I get for helping you create this?"

Celebrimbor answered; "I never promised you anything, you came here by your own will, and I accepted as a guest. However, you are not welcome here anymore. You have committed no crime here, so you are free to go, but do not return."

Annatar turned around towards Celeborn, but he spoke to Celebrimbor; "Be careful, my lord, others might be more successful in laying their hands on our creations!"

He left the room and then Eregion.