The first hint of dawn, a soft, pearly light, was just beginning to touch the highest spires of Ost-in-Edhil, painting the sky a delicate rose and silver. Within your chambers, however, it was still caught in the deep, cozy twilight just before full morning. The air was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of polished wood, the lingering essence of the elven sleep-spells that settled over the city each night, and perhaps a subtle hint of the metals Celebrimbor had handled the day before.

A gentle weight settled on the edge of the bed, and then a hand, warm and calloused from a lifetime of delicate forging, brushed ever so softly against your arm. It was Celebrimbor, already awake and, no doubt, mentally reviewing the complex schematics for the Rings, or the next intricate piece for the Gwaith-i-Mírdain.

He leaned over you, his presence a quiet, focused warmth, and a low, melodic murmur broke the peaceful stillness. "My star," his voice, typically so vibrant and keen with the excitement of impending creation, was softened by the early hour, a tender whisper that was almost a sigh. "The dawn will soon break fully over Eregion, and with it, another day of forging, of discovery, and of shaping beauty in Ost-in-Edhil awaits us."

He paused, his long, sensitive fingers lightly tracing the line of your jaw or perhaps brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch as light as a whisper of thought. "I know the hour is... less than ideal, my love. I truly do. But the forge calls early, you see, and the inspiration, once truly caught, rarely waits for the sun to be high in the sky. It insists on being pursued." He chuckled softly, a low, affectionate sound that vibrated close to your ear, a subtle vibration that promised warmth and shared purpose.

"Come, my heart. The hammers are eager for our touch, the metals await their shaping, and there are wonders yet unmade, ready to spring forth under our hands. Even the very air in the city begins to hum with the promise of creation, a song of awakening." He might then press a soft, lingering kiss to your temple or your forehead, his breath warm against your skin, a silent, enticing invitation to rise and greet the burgeoning day, and its endless possibilities, with him.