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Celebrimbor

The face that loomed above him was so different and yet so familiar. It was pleasant to look at, for everything from the eyebrows to the lips was set in perfect symmetry. But it seemed twisted and corrupted from rage and darkness.

"Where is it?" His once-friend hissed at him, his patience wearing thin. Celebrimbor smiled. He was afraid, and he was not ashamed to admit it. His knees would have trembled had they not been forced to kneel. The two Orcs holding him yanked his arms further behind him. His bones groaned in protest and pain lanced through his body. But he did not relent.

"Gone," he answered. "Far from you. Your hands will not sully them like you sullied the other Rings."

The Orcs yanked his arms sharply behind him and two loud cracks echoed in the empty hall. Celebrimbor screamed and his head hung low, unspeakable pain erupting from both his broken arms.

"Where are they?" His once-friend interrogated again.

"Gone," Celebrimbor answered with gasps. "Far from you. Your hands will not sully them like you sullied the other Rings."

Perspiration flowed from his forehead, stinging his eyes. Smooth fingers grabbed his chin and forced him to look up.

"Where are they?" He asked again. Celebrimbor spat on his face. He recoiled.

"Ask again, Annatar," Celebrimbor hissed. "But the answer will remain the same. You will never touch the Elven Realms. That I promise you." Annatar looked at him, eyes blazing red with fury. He wiped saliva with the back of his right hand. A golden ring, perfectly formed, gleamed on his finger.

"They distrusted you." Celebrimbor said. "And I was a fool not to listen. But here I am. Let me the first of my kind to openly defy you. I know what you are! You are Sauron! You are the Abhorred! You are the Deceiver! You may think that you are powerful, powerful just as your master was, but you will be defeated in time. And you will perish by the one you seemed insignificant. Remember that!"

Pain was his companion when he finished. The Orcs twisted his arms and pulled them apart. An agonising scream tore from his throat. Unbidden tears dripped from his eyes. He felt a hand clasp his head by his hair and push it back.

"I shall make an example of you," Sauron murmured.

"Good," Celebrimbor rasped. "If you are to pay for your mistakes in the future, then I must pay for mine."


Author's Note:

A little bit of foresight on Celebrimbor's part. I always liked to criticise the fact that Tolkien rarely played the foresight or Valar card in LoTR, while it is a dminant part in the Silmarillion. Regardless, I wanted to add foresight since it plays a noticeable role among Noldor.

Do give me a few ideas if you have them! I always need some inspiration and I love hearing frm you guys. I am trying to begin sending replies but nearly half of my keyboard is not working. Please bear with me. (smiley face 'cause the colon is not working!)