Title: At the Forge
Characters: Telchar and Celebrimbor
Book/Source: Silmarillion, Lord of the Rings, History of Middle-earth
Disclaimer: Tolkien wrote about the friendship of the Elves and Dwarves in the Second Age, Himring added a bit of earlier history
A/N: Written as a gift ficlet on the subject of dwarves and smiths, but using the "face" prompt, and following on from my earlier drabble about Celebrimbor and Narvi, "The Heavenly Arch". I'm now cross-posting it, after the reveal of the Fandom Stocking gift fic collection last week.Whenever Telchar looked up from his work, he found himself looking into Celebrimbor's attentive face. Curufin was a fellow smith, a scholar, and polite for an elf, but his son's fascination with Tumunzahar clearly went well beyond that. Truly, this youngster might be about to become his favourite elf!
Celebrimbor cleared his throat, very respectfully.
‘You have a question?’
Celebrimbor pointed at a breastplate that shimmered in all the colours of the rainbow.
‘Is there a break in the pattern, here? Why is that?’
‘Ah, lad, that is because there is a colour there your elven eyes do not see!’