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[handofsilver]

(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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[handofsilver]

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.

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[utulien_aure]

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.