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Durelin · 08-19-2005, 01:08 PM

The elf-lord was putting words together in answer to Narisiel's question before she voiced it. He knew he had explaining to do, and he would not shy away from it as he had before. It was time for the two of them to bring to an end the old tension between them that had completely ruined their friendship, as well as Celebrimbor's friendship with her husband, Sirithlonnior.

"Tell me of the fate of the rings, Celebrimbor. What has become of them now?"

"I should have told you right away what became of them, but I was fearful, mainly of my own shame. All the great Rings are in the hands of that Annatar now, all except the Three." Celebrimbor buried his face in his hands, now unable to look even at the faces of his companions. Maegisil knew what he was going to say, but it was still painful for him to speak those words that revealed all of his guilt. "We were deceived. I was deceived. It was I who worked with that...that thing..." His voice was growing cruel and bitter with disgust, as he was sickened both by the servant of Morgoth and by he himself. Narisiel watched and listened in confusion, but waited, knowing that Celebrimbor would explain.

"Sauron now has the Rings, except the Three."

"Sauron?" Narisiel blurted out before she could catch herself. Both Maegisil and Celebrimbor had expected this response, as the counselor knew his lord had kept almost everything concerning the Rings secret, even from many of those who helped make them.

Maegisil had been disappointed with his lord, as it seemed he had turned the creation of them into a personal project, and of course the Dark Lord had kept him under that impression. But he was not so disappointed in the fact that the Lord of the Mirdain was deceived, rather he had been saddened that Celebrimbor had not invited him to help in the forges. For a moment, Maegisil's mind dwelt on the possibility of making his own magic rings, and he briefly daydreamed about how he would have doubly deceived Sauron and kept the rings and used their power himself. Then he realized what it was he was thinking about playing with, and he shook those thoughts out of his head.

"Yes, Annatar was indeed the dark Deceiver," Celebrimbor said softly, almost choking on every word. It was getting hard for him to speak. He was revealing things that he had not told anyone in over a century. Maegisil was the only person he had told, as he had been unable to hide anything from his friend, who had waited for him, and who had been there the day his task was completed, and he had marveled at the beauty of his Rings. He had been particularly fond of Vilya, and he had picked it as his own, slipping it on and wishing to make it an heirloom of the Lords of Eregion...

"He felt the evil as soon as he donned the Ring," Maegisil said, and then, though he did not know it, paused just long enough to give his lord time to be pulled out of his thoughts and realize that they were talking about him.
"Which one was it?" the counselor then asked.

"Vilya," the elf-lord said, the name feeling strange on his lips. His mind drifting back deep into thoughts of the past, he spoke as if he were talking to himself. "I believe that to be the finest, though all three are equal in their power."

"They are now hidden, in the hands of worthy bearers of our people," said Maegisil, trying to explain more to Narisiel, knowing that his lord's words were most likely only helping to confuse the elf woman. He understood that Celebrimbor was at the moment unable to speak directly concerning the Rings, but he could not help but feel disappointed again, as he had many times since the creation of those rings. It seemed that the Lord of Eregion was not completely able to face his past, and it had seemed that way for far too many years.

"And yet I expect them to become the bane of our people." The Lord of the Mirdain had not yet brought his head up from resting in his hands.

"But the most powerful of the Rings are in the hands of our people, and their power protects them from the threat of Sauron," said Maegisil.

Finally Celebrimbor raised his head up to look at his companions. Several tears ran down his otherwise composed face. "There is no power here in Eregion to protect us."

08-19-2005, 01:08 PM	#87
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	The elf-lord was putting words together in answer to Narisiel's question before she voiced it. He knew he had explaining to do, and he would not shy away from it as he had before. It was time for the two of them to bring to an end the old tension between them that had completely ruined their friendship, as well as Celebrimbor's friendship with her husband, Sirithlonnior. "Tell me of the fate of the rings, Celebrimbor. What has become of them now?" "I should have told you right away what became of them, but I was fearful, mainly of my own shame. All the great Rings are in the hands of that Annatar now, all except the Three." Celebrimbor buried his face in his hands, now unable to look even at the faces of his companions. Maegisil knew what he was going to say, but it was still painful for him to speak those words that revealed all of his guilt. "We were deceived. I was deceived. It was I who worked with that...that thing..." His voice was growing cruel and bitter with disgust, as he was sickened both by the servant of Morgoth and by he himself. Narisiel watched and listened in confusion, but waited, knowing that Celebrimbor would explain. "Sauron now has the Rings, except the Three." "Sauron?" Narisiel blurted out before she could catch herself. Both Maegisil and Celebrimbor had expected this response, as the counselor knew his lord had kept almost everything concerning the Rings secret, even from many of those who helped make them. Maegisil had been disappointed with his lord, as it seemed he had turned the creation of them into a personal project, and of course the Dark Lord had kept him under that impression. But he was not so disappointed in the fact that the Lord of the Mirdain was deceived, rather he had been saddened that Celebrimbor had not invited him to help in the forges. For a moment, Maegisil's mind dwelt on the possibility of making his own magic rings, and he briefly daydreamed about how he would have doubly deceived Sauron and kept the rings and used their power himself. Then he realized what it was he was thinking about playing with, and he shook those thoughts out of his head. "Yes, Annatar was indeed the dark Deceiver," Celebrimbor said softly, almost choking on every word. It was getting hard for him to speak. He was revealing things that he had not told anyone in over a century. Maegisil was the only person he had told, as he had been unable to hide anything from his friend, who had waited for him, and who had been there the day his task was completed, and he had marveled at the beauty of his Rings. He had been particularly fond of Vilya, and he had picked it as his own, slipping it on and wishing to make it an heirloom of the Lords of Eregion... "He felt the evil as soon as he donned the Ring," Maegisil said, and then, though he did not know it, paused just long enough to give his lord time to be pulled out of his thoughts and realize that they were talking about him. "Which one was it?" the counselor then asked. "Vilya," the elf-lord said, the name feeling strange on his lips. His mind drifting back deep into thoughts of the past, he spoke as if he were talking to himself. "I believe that to be the finest, though all three are equal in their power." "They are now hidden, in the hands of worthy bearers of our people," said Maegisil, trying to explain more to Narisiel, knowing that his lord's words were most likely only helping to confuse the elf woman. He understood that Celebrimbor was at the moment unable to speak directly concerning the Rings, but he could not help but feel disappointed again, as he had many times since the creation of those rings. It seemed that the Lord of Eregion was not completely able to face his past, and it had seemed that way for far too many years. "And yet I expect them to become the bane of our people." The Lord of the Mirdain had not yet brought his head up from resting in his hands. "But the most powerful of the Rings are in the hands of our people, and their power protects them from the threat of Sauron," said Maegisil. Finally Celebrimbor raised his head up to look at his companions. Several tears ran down his otherwise composed face. "There is no power here in Eregion to protect us."