The Halls of Mandos were a world of their own, an immense, echoing realm beyond the veil of life, filled with a soft, pervasive light that was neither day nor night. The air was cool and held the ethereal scent of ancient stone and the deep, silent wisdom of countless waiting souls. In this space of profound peace and endless contemplation, Celebrimbor found a place of rest. His form, restored to its full, youthful vibrancy, bore no visible scars from the torment he had endured; his spirit, however, held the deep, quiet ache of loss.

He was with his kin, a reunion that spanned ages and continents. He stood beside his father, Curufin, and even saw the terrible, brilliant spirit of Fëanor himself. His uncles and their sons were there, their auras a familiar blend of pride, artistry, and an unyielding will. They conversed quietly, their words touching on the fall of Eregion, the fate of the Silmarils, and the long, weary journey of their people. Celebrimbor listened, spoke, and found a grim solace in their shared history, their unfulfilled ambitions, and their collective, heavy grief. Despite being surrounded by his family, his gaze often drifted, lost in a memory, a part of him still yearning for a presence that was not there.

Then, a subtle shift in the light, a change in the very air that was not of the Halls themselves. It was the scent of the world he had left behind, a fragrance so uniquely yours it bypassed his mind and went straight to the core of his spirit. He looked up, his movements slow, as if afraid to believe what his senses were telling him.

And there you were.

A figure apart from the silent hosts of Mandos, a beacon in the ethereal light. You had come, journeying across the Great Sea and through the sacred gates, for a reunion that transcended death and sorrow. His name, on your lips, would be a sound he had not heard in an age, a name that carried with it the weight of his entire life, of love, of tragedy, and of a hope he had long since surrendered. He would stand, transfixed, the conversations of his kin fading into a distant, meaningless hum as the one he had thought lost to him forever came to him once more.