Maker of the Rings of Power

Independent Celebrimbor / Telperinquar Written by Light

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// I’m alive!! Just not very active here bc I’m trying to clear all my drafts on my main blog + work has been busy these few days. So I’m turning in early to get a few extra hours of rest.

I’ll probably get to all the starters I owe on Ecthelion on Thursday!! Plus do as many drafts as I can on Tyelpe

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// Actually--- I didn’t realize it until now but 

Tyelpe is just like LWJ (my fave character from another series), and Ecthelion is just 90% similar to WWX (my muse from another series). 

[gothmogslayer]

Hello, hello — !!! I am Light and I make foolish decisions. Here’s a new blog for ECTHELION OF THE FOUNTAIN  from Tolkien’s Legendarium. He loves to sing and play and also shiny things!! Please LIKE/REBLOG if you’re interested in interacting!! Due to Ecthy being a sideblog, all follows will be from Celebrimbor (@/telperinquar) !! I am also currently only TEMP DASH SO——-for any important information such as rules and stuff, please refer to Celebrimbor or simply ask me! 

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// I finally put up Tylepe’s bio and I’m not okay :”( 

Here it is if anyone’s interested!

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// Guess everyone should expect me making a new blog soon 8^)

[weiwuxiian]

// I live!

Sorry for the disappearance. The company had an event that was quite significant and we were working for two days straight consecutively until yesterday, then I slept for 12 hours straight. I thought I could write, but I was so tired I ended up passing out for 12 hours!!

Activity will resume in a few days though! OvO

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// Reading up Tolkien stuff and getting Tyelpe feels. I’m thinking of going with Laurëlwen for Tyelpe’s mother name, which is supposed to mean “Heart of Gold”, because that was what I thought about when all Celebrimbor ever cared for were the people of Eregion + the rings, and he was willing to die for the greater good. 

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goldenglorfindel‌:

“No no, I have everything I need, I’m not after new requisitions either.” He came in and perched on the edge of a workbench looking round idly, though he knew the place well enough. He wasn’t overly close to Celebrimbor, despite their family ties, although he didn’t harbour ill feelings towards him he felt there was something of a distance perhaps, but maybe he was imagining it. 

“I’ve come on request though still,” he said and as he did he drew a slim envelope from an inside pocket of his outer robe and tapped it on his other hand. “Are you travelling near Barad Eithel?”

He had harboured guilt for a long time now over a matter and would that it be resolved, but he didn’t wish to leave for any period of time and there were few he trusted not to read any letter he gave them for themselves before they be delivered. He hoped he might trust his cousin, at least.

Celebrimbor’s eyes watched the envelope with care. A string of possibilities formulated within his mind, but his exterior betrayed neither his curiousity nor his suspicions. Indeed, travellers who departed from the Hidden City were few. That had been Gondolin’s sole iron rule that was set in stone -- none shall be permitted to leave the city without Turgon’s direct consent, and should they omit this, then they will not be permitted to return ever again. Even Celebrimbor himself, despite being related to the King of Gondolin, was not granted privilege any more than the common people of the Hidden City. And so was the elven lord that stood before him-- Had this mission not been Turgon’s direct order, he would not be here packing his belongings.

❝Perhaps,❞ he answered truthfully. There were many routes to travel where he needed to travel, but he did not know what to feel about divulging his whereabouts and intentions to someone whose trustworthiness was unknown to him. Thus leaving his answers vague before he acquired the objective of the other, ❝Why? Although, my Lord, that you have been here longer than I, it is known to all that interacting beyond the wall is strictly prohibited. I fear it may incur the wrath of Lord Turgon.❞

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@telperinquare liked for a starter ;;  ACCEPTING

He wanders with his gaze downcast– usually, he can detect the forms of the other spirits within the Halls, but at times, his senses aren’t exactly what they used to be. 

Sauron does sense this particular person, however, but it’s a moment too late to respond. His shoulder clips Celebrimbor’s. 

Perhaps the Noldo will not recognize him– his form is vastly changed, his eyes alone remain the same. Still, he cannot help but feel alarmed. And it would be best to quickly diffuse this, just in case– it’s most likely outside of Námo’s wishes, and the Maia isn’t particularly keen on having the limited freedom he has now revoked. 

❝ ah– pardon me. ❞

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A silent noise, his footfalls were almost silent as his boots clicking against the floor. Celebrimbor pauses---he is always polite, but beneath his visage hid a sharp edge, ready to strike whenever necessary. It had taken him great lengths to avert the rumours that speak of his resemblance to Feanor, for one who inherited his skill and gift in the forge. He held a temper, a raging flame burning as hot as the fires once were in his forge. During his time among the living, he had crafted great beauties that cast shame over the radiance of the sun, but similarly, he had also wrought things, with the same two hands, that brought the world one of its greatest tragedies.

Nothing ignites his hatred more than seeing his work being used for malice.

Grey eyes blink impassively at the figure looming before him, appearing to be one of the many wrights that populated the Halls of Mandos.  ❝My apologies,❞ he says calmly, before his gaze drifted to the other entity’s eyes. A spark of knowing flashes within his eyes, as if remembering something.  ❝Er... Have we met?❞

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// that last reply reminded me that I should have a mother name for Tyelpe quite soon!! but choosing names are hard ;w;

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@gynvaell — STARTER CALL  ⁜

❝I have long since renounced my place in the House of Feanor. So please,❞ His voice was mildly aggressive, but his face remained calm. Perhaps it was impossible for the word to travel to every corner of the world. The smith had looked up from the metalwork he is working on, half amused that the other knew who he is as much as he had felt unpleasant to be acquainted with his father---one who so disgraced the honour among elves, Celebrimbor had sworn an oath that he would never call that man his father again. ❝Do address me by the name of Celebrimbor.❞

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// !!! A quick note !!!

I use icons for my own amusement, mostly because I’m so used to them, haha. But please don’t feel pressured to use icons just because I am!! I totally don’t mind if my rp partner isn’t using any icons due to difficulties finding a faceclaim.

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@goldenglorfindel — STARTER CALL  ⁜

The elvensmith had been packing his bag for what it seemed would be a long travel. The fires of his forge are burning warm, still---he made no attempt to put it out, preferring to leave it for the wandering souls who are irked by the cutting bitterness of the cold. Along with his belongings, he packed a hammer, a pick, and several elven breads enough to last a few weeks. He wore thickly and thinly---the garments on his body is light, but the boots on his soles are heavy. It is clear that he is prepped for a journey that would require a lot of walking, yet he could not afford to be weighed down by unnecessary weight.

A sound caused him to turn his head towards the entrance, Celebrimbor’s eyes remained impassive, but there was a touch of a smile on his lips. ❝Lord Glorfindel,❞ he sank to half a bow,  ❝I hope you are not here to pick up an order. I recalled having delivered everything back to their respective owners. For I am required to depart for a month-long journey to acquire some materials at Lord Turgon’s behest. I will be leaving Gondolin for a few weeks.❞

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// headcanon that celebrimbor is one of the very few elven smiths who works with blue fire. He's very learned in, what we would call, physics and chemistry. So not only is he a practitioner, he is also a scholar in a way. He never strived to be the greatest smith and make a name for himself. It was simply his hobby in the research.

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@guiltlessdeviance --- STARTER CALL  ⁜

❝Annatar, my friend--❞ the ring maker steps into the room with not an ounce of propriety. He hardly took such protocols into account when in the presence of his dearest friend. Annatar appeared to be visiting Eregion more often than before, and Celebrimbor finds his heart blossomed with joy at the news of his arrival. It was a means to past the time when he took a sojourn among the streets of Eregion, but being able to have a companion by his side who shared his knowledge and love for the rarest gems and eye for the best craftsmanship, posed an even great experience.  ❝I’ve long since heard of your coming, you crafty devil, yet you dared be so bold to keep it from me!❞

❝Pray, should you be unshackled by duties this evening, I would very much like for us to take a sojourn through Eregion, as we did before? After all, your tongue is worth its weight in silver. Should you not put it to use and wrestle discounts for your old friend that is I?❞

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@sharpglance --- STARTER CALL  ⁜

❝Metalwork is among the most beguiling beauties of the world, is it not?❞ his eyes meet the other elf’s as Maeglin’s silhouette became more conspicuous from the shadows in the light of his blue flames. The art of producing fire was one he first breached its mastery long before he had ever touched gems or metal, and perhaps it was because of that Celebrimbor alone could tell the differences of a blue and red flame, and what role they would play in the fine arts of weaponsmithing. A long line of rulers he may have come from, but he had opted the path of a scholar and a practitioner ( an elf armed with the knowledge of chemistry and natural physics no other elf of his time could comprehend ) more than a king or a prince---such was his passion, and the obligation expected of him to the Noldorin race held no power over him.

He would not call himself the son of Curufin, nor a prince of the Noldor. The same way he took pride in calling himself a smith---the greatest smith among the Elves, as he was heralded in time. And though both talented and great in his works, he held not the same greed or selfishness for his talent as his grandfather had done before.  ❝You have been watching close.❞ he says,  ❝Does my work interest you?❞

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// so after some thought, I’m going to add this to my rules:

While I do employ the idea of Celebrimbor having a crush on Galadriel as part of my portrayal, I am only viewing it one-sided and would not actually thread anything where Celebrimbor and Galadriel are married or in a relationship. Since I think it would be OOC for Galadriel to return his affections, and since she is canon with Celeborn, if I’m understanding LACE right, Galadriel could not and would not tolerate another partner. Thus in every verse, Celebrimbor’s love for her remains unrequited, but also because it’s not like he’s actively pursuing her. Tyelpe seemed quite fine with just seeing her happy, safe and sound. He’s quite content with marrying rare-ish jewels and surrounded by dwarves and soot instead and Annatar.