“Feanor’s only descendants were his seven sons, six of whom reached Beleriand. So far nothing has been said of their wives and children. It seems probable that Celebrinbaur (silverfisted, > Celebrimbor) was son of Curufin, but though inheriting his skills he was an Elf of wholly different temper (his mother had refused to take part in the rebellion of Feanor and remained in Aman with the people of Finarphin). During their dwelling in Nargothrond as refugees he had grown to love Finrod and his wife, and was aghast at the behaviour of his father and would not go with him. He later became a great friend of Celeborn and Galadriel.”

– J.R.R. Tolkien, The History of Middle-Earth XII: The Peoples of Middle Earth

Mossward is a quiet little town, though apparently orcs have been making it slightly less quiet as of late. The villagers are near in a panic, though to Celebrimbor a handful of orcs is nothing to write home about. Last time he was in and around these parts, it was crawling with Sauron’s armies. And even then, a single patrol of orcs is nothing compared to the balrogs he and his uncles faced at the Dagor-nuin-Giliath.

His travel clothes are far too elven for these regions – continuing to wear it would only serve to make him stand out from the crowd even more conspicuously than his pointed ears and bright eyes already do. The spare jacket Meneldir found for him will make a suitable replacement. It is slightly baggy around the middle, the rough fabric rubbing against his skin with every step. His calluses are gone, he has noticed, the once forge-worn skin now soft and pale like a newborn’s. Which, he supposes, he is. In a way.

A part of him wants to laugh. Never would he have thought to find himself in man’s wear, though much of his forge gear wasn’t all too dissimilar. Still, it is a nice change. His Noldor heritage did him little service in his first life – he sees no point in drawing attention to it now in his second.He is no elven lord, no ruler of grand halls or patron of craftsmen. He is not Celebrimbor, Lord of Eregion. Here he is simply Telperinquar, or Telperin to the men and hobbits who struggle to pronounce the old Quenya, a seemingly aimless traveller who sticks to corners and observes more than he speaks. Just a few moments ago a happy drunkard called out a slurred farewell as he stumbled back to his home. He had called him, “Telpe.” Silver. It is nice, Celebrimbor thinks. Simple. Short. A description, not a doom.

A local villager was asking for boar meat. Celebrimbor has nothing to do, and his fingers itch to wield something again, even if it be a bow and not a hammer. Perhaps a bow will be better. Sometimes even the thought of crafting is enough to make him wince.

“Now Celebrimbor was not corrupted in heart or faith, but had accepted Sauron as what he posed to be; and when at length he discovered the existence of the One Ring he revolted against Sauron.”

– J.R.R. Tolkien, Unfinished Tales of Numenor and Middle Earth

It has been literal ages since he’s held a bow. But some things are hard forgotten, and though his passions always led toward the forge, his youth was filled with martial training. It had had to be, particularly after the swearing of the Oath and the trek to Middle Earth, and while Celebrimbor had not personally participated in the Kinslaying at Alqualondë (nor the two that thereafter followed), his hands were nothing if not stained.

Outfit:
Shoulders: Rare Mathom-Hunter's Mantle (black)
Back: Cloak of the Grey Company (black)
Chest: Robe of Anorien Mercy (steel blue)
Hands: Leather Gauntlets of the Leaping Stag (steel blue)
Feet: Tough Boots of the Anorien Tree (black)
Bow: Archer's Ally
Mainhand: Defender of Gwingris
Offhand: Maethigil

Steed: 
Head: Shimmering Breeze Head-Piece 
Body: Caparison of the Yield (black)
Legs: Leg-Guards of the Gundabad Reclaimer
Saddle: Hunter's Saddle
Gear: Champion's Gear

Two things about the warsteed – 1) I will never be able to express enough how much it sucks that we don’t get all the same dye colors. Like where is steel blue for warsteed stuff, huh??? and 2) rolling a new toon and realizing all the fesival gear and warsteed cosmetics you have on other toons are missing and you have to wait a whole 6 months for the festivals to come around again. Sigh.