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[handofsilver]

The heavy hammering of the Forge is music to my ears, but I have found myself missing actual song. Is there anyone amongst us who can sing? What of performing on an instrument? I have crafted harps before and I could perhaps manage a flute if that would be useful.

(He comes from a family that has more than a touch of talent in music - particularly where his uncle is concerned - but Celebrimbor has never been overly fond of his voice. He can sing and hold a tune, yet once you hear someone like his bardic uncle, you cannot accept mediocre.)

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[handofsilver]

(Certain laws must be laid down lest they repeat the past! Celebrimbor has had enough of rash action! Though he will not speak sharply with his father; Curufin does not deserve that.)

You are biased. (Those words are spoken affectionately and with a healthy amount of shyness.) I brushed her mane every day. I used a stool to reach her and she would lean down to help. I remember when she went into foal too. I was nervous that entire night!

But her foal was beautiful. Just like her. (He blinks and smiles faintly.) It is too easy to reminisce.

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[so_dark_a_road]

[ Oh, what a good dad Cel must have been! XD ]

Of course I'm biased. I'm your father. [ Laughing. ]

You cared for her wonderfully. I remember watching you climbing up on that stool, and drawing the brush through her mane, with that serious look on your face. But then your face would break into such a tender smile when the mare nudged you gently or moved her shoulders to help you reach.

When that foal was born, you never left the stable. I brought blankets and pillows for you to lie down on if you got tired, but I don't think you used them much. I think you were there with us, the head groom and I, the whole time while we helped that foal come into the world.

[ He smiles too. ] I like it when you remember. It seems to make you happy. And to carve your staff with a remembrance of your mare and of those times? -- what a wonderful idea.

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[handofsilver]

(He tried. :( )

Fathers cannot help being biased, I suppose. (He grins at the laughter, happy to be the cause of it.)

She had a kind soul and I think she mothered me more than she befriended me. (The mare had brightened when she saw him - or so it seemed to him. She would blow her breath into his dark hair and if the weather looked ominous, she would carry him swiftly back to the stables.) That would make her foal practically my sibling, wouldn't it?

(Celebrimbor smiles, remembering how anxious he had been to see the baby come into the world. Sleeping had been the furthest thing from his mind!)

There is nothing like witnessing a birth. I liked to visit the stables each time a mare was ready to foal, though duties often kept me from doing so.

(The mare is a symbol for him of happier, simpler times; times he shared with Curufin and Maedhros without shadows darkening the day.)

I wanted to ride at your side since I learned to walk. She helped me fulfill that wish and you gave her to me. I thought all dreams could come true then. With you, I feel that way again, though the prospect is frightening.

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