Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Dragonbirth |
Summary: Celebrimbor is forging the Dragon Ring. 106 words. Author’s note: The backstory to this drabble can be found in my story Visits in Eregion. I assumed that Celebrimbor made one of the “lesser rings” as a gift for Narvi. |
| The Ring was taking shape; a small golden dragon, curled up around himself, head resting upon his tail. The tiny rubies lining his snout burned like flames, his diamond eyes glittered as if alive. Now all the smith had to do was to give the creature – his creature – life, so that it could fulfil its destiny. Celebrimbor focused on the powers that lived in the earth and all creatures populating it, on the gift he had inherited from his sires, on the deep friendship that bound him to the Dwarf. He weaved all these powers together and released into the Ring. The dragon’s eyes flickered briefly, then faded. It was done. |