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(Celebrimbor is perched on a rocky outcropping, a sketchpad on his lap and his dark head bent in intense concentration. One of his hands is moving deftly over the page, his silver gaze darting towards the higher points of the city.)

Do you think a world - a civilization - could be swallowed whole? (He tarries over one of the spires, so bent, so bowed.) The more I see of our fair city, the more I am convinced it has a life and a pulse. There is no material that retains memory half as well as rock and earth.

(Leaving him to wonder how the caverns began.)

How many emotions would you feel if you were trapped within the maw of some ancient creature?

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Not if it were swallowed whole. (He winces and gives his head a shake.) I feel we are in some monster's belly at times. I should like to see the sun...the moon...and the stars.

...Then the question is, by what?

I suppose I could say it is not the worst Darkness we've seen... but that does not help, does it?

[Fingon looks thoughful] Still, maybe.... Do you think I could lay hands on an instrument? I am not your uncle or Ingo, but I think I could summon up some memory of light.

A creature with a purpose larger than a city or a world. We might be able to know its mind at moments.

(With the purest, rawest, most frightening of emotions.)

What instrument do you prefer?

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[Fingon gives a grim sort of smile]

When you say that, it sounds as poor a prospect as being eaten by spiders.

[Anyone caught thoughts of Unlight to go with the hunger yet?]

The harp would be easiest- but I'm sure I could figure out another.

Worse, I think. The spiders are of a size that they are easily seen! (He is the bearer of comforting news! Celebrimbor looks regretful, pale and resolved despite the difficult circumstances.)

A harp it shall be, then! Do you have a design in mind?

Pity. [Snorting] Still, a larger enemy presents a bigger target. We shall manage, cousin, whatever monster might have us in its grip. [Fingon gives him a warm reassuring smile, even though it doesn't seem Celebrimbor needs it.]

Oh, I had a few in Hithlum, though I mostly stuck to two. The larger lap harp was twenty four strings, and the other...[was his traveling harp from Valinor] well, the former would have the greater range and richer tone.

Our blows are like pinpricks. (But Fingon has a strange effect on him. He likes his smile and a small ball of warmth nestles in his chest. Even though he knows the downfall of caring - loving - it seems he can never distance himself from it.)

I fear my creation will be simpler. However I give you my word that the tone will be sweet.

Enough pinpricks may yet bring down a giant, should they be aimed true. [Such as at it's ankles.

Ah, Telpe, don't distance yourself from your heart. You will be the lesser for it.]

I would expect nothing less from one of your art. [The harp he misses more was simpler as well. Still- put that out of mind, Fingon, you will love this one too in time.] Thank you, Celebrimbor, from the bottom of my heart.

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