handofsilver(Fresh from a bath, Celebrimbor looks even more like some ethereal being. Arda Elves are all rather bright yet those in Hadriel are...dimmed. By sorrow. By grief. By a thousand and one reasons that they cannot put into words. Sauron's taint lies heavily on Celebrimbor's skin in particular, but as he sits, methodically braiding his black hair over a pale shoulder, he looks as if he is in another place entirely. Somewhere beyond the shadows.)
What do you think of being in love? (The network needs a lighter train of thought, he thinks. He is tired of raging; of hurting.) Even if it is not meant to last forever, does it have worth? Meaning?
(Private to Curufin, Maedhros & Fingon.)
(This long sigh is likely telling.)
I am in trouble.
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