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I got the wonderful @tosquinha for the @tolkiensecretartexchange  exchange! Her requests included something for Celebrimbor and Narvi – or any 1st/2nd age Elf/Dwarf pals – and also a happy Fëanorion of any kind. So I combined them and got cheerful, tone-deaf Celebrimbor and his dwarf buddy – and maybe a few other Fëanorions, too.

Summary: Celebrimbor has many talents; Dwarvish music is not one of them.

The foothills of the Misty Mountains were already blanketed in snow for the season, with cold sweeping up to the stout walls of the stronghold – but no further. For inside, the fires crackled day and night, and the thick walls let in no whisper of the biting wind. Instead, cooks turned their hands to rich, hearty meals, waistbands were let out for the winter, and wine was mulled with hissing pokers and drunk regardless of time of day.

Rich food and strong drink and a wailing wind at the door – and a certain Elf Lord uncommonly merry.

“From carvéd walllls…to….hewn column – ars…we sing! Ho, ho, HO, we sing, and our beards…drag lowwwww…”

Narvi visibly winced as he entered the forge to the sound of Celebrimbor’s voice echoing off the walls.

“Sweet Mahal’s favorite jumper, Elf, what are you doing to our songs?”

“Singing them,” said Celebrimbor cheerily, wiping his forearm over his heat-flushed face and leaving a streak of soot. “Are you surprised that after spending so much time with you I have picked up on the songs you sing?”

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