Characters/Pairing: Eärendil, Idril
Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
The forges in Gondolin had been roofed and floored with slate, and walled with other dark stones – because they would be stained by the smoke anyway, Idril said. Eärendil didn’t like visiting them, even with his mother; they were dark, hot, and smoky, and the smell of hot metal burned his nose. He clung to her hand and cringed away from a heavy hammer pounding away at steel, hardly able to hear her words over the noise and bustle.
Neither could anyone else, as she swiftly outlined a secret plan with a soot-streaked elf with thoughtful eyes and tight lips.