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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Aug 2012
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Speaking of Dwarves and craftsmen more generally, I might also mention Narvi of Khazad-dûm who, in the Second Age, built the Doors of Durin on the Western side of the Misty Mountains alongside Celebrimbor, who I think also has a place on a list of great craftsmen, given that he forged the Rings of Power, and notably the Three Rings, independently of the influence of Sauron. To name another Elf we must also give a moment to the sinister Eöl, the Dark Elf, who forged Anguirel, the sword of Maeglin, and Anglachel, the sword of Turambar, which quite notably spoke to its master upon his suicide. I don't know about rankings, but making a talking sword is a rather impressive feat in my view. Given how many important smiths there are in Professor Tolkien's work, and how recurrent themes of making, manufacturing, art and science are in his texts I'm sometimes surprised more isn't made of them (if you'll pardon the pun).
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Pile O'Bones
Join Date: Jan 2013
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Im certainly going to have to rethink my list. Narvi, Telchar, Gamil for the Dwarves. Celebrimbor for his work with Dhum and the rings certainly makes him a contender for being just under Feanor as far as the Elves... Eol is also right up there. No mention of men as far as smiths... |
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Curmudgeonly Wordwraith
Join Date: Jun 2007
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Eöl also forged armor of the black metal Galvorn, from ore mined from a fallen star.
An unnamed Dwarf of Belegost crafted the Nauglamír, the necklace in which the Silmaril was set. Next to the Silmaril, the Nauglamír was said to be the 2nd greatest treasure in Doriath.
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