Рўс‚р°с‚сњрё Рѕр° С‚рµрјсѓ: "middle Earth" Apr 2026

As Annatar turned, his eyes briefly flared—not with the light of the Trees, but with a yellow, lidless intensity. In that moment, Elendilmir realized the "Lord of Gifts" was not an emissary of the Valar, but a master of puppets.

Elendilmir was a minor smith, a craftsman who worked not with Mithril, but with copper and glass. He watched from the fringes of the Ghalad-mîrdain (the Jewel-smiths) as their lord, , grew closer to the stranger known as Annatar , the "Lord of Gifts." Annatar was beautiful, his voice like a well-tuned harp, and his knowledge of the earth’s bones was beyond anything the Elves had seen. As Annatar turned, his eyes briefly flared—not with

But Elendilmir felt a coldness in the heat of the forges. One evening, he followed Annatar to the deepest chambers of the mountain-smithy. There, he saw the stranger standing before a cooling mold. Annatar wasn't singing to the metal as the Elves did; he was whispering to it in a tongue that sounded like grinding stones and guttering fires. He watched from the fringes of the Ghalad-mîrdain

The year was 1600 of the Second Age. In the elven-smith kingdom of , the air always smelled of charcoal and ozone. There, he saw the stranger standing before a cooling mold