[ he flinches at the touch, maimed hand tightening around his cane, expression somewhere between stunned and afraid and ashamed and--beneath all of those--grateful. he'd never agreed with the kinslayings, never agreed with his father's actions, but in the end.. he's still his father. and it had been one of the hardest things in the world, cutting ties with him, with all of that part of his family.
and now here they are, and celebrimbor is.. a shade of himself. he takes a shuddering breath, the sound rattling in his chest. ]
I did not-- Have you.. been here long? [ his voice is a hoarse rasp, as if his throat is flayed. sauron had left little of him uninjured in the end. (he'll certainly never sing again.) ] Your armor..
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and now here they are, and celebrimbor is.. a shade of himself. he takes a shuddering breath, the sound rattling in his chest. ]
I did not-- Have you.. been here long? [ his voice is a hoarse rasp, as if his throat is flayed. sauron had left little of him uninjured in the end. (he'll certainly never sing again.) ] Your armor..