Chains rattled in the dim torchlight. The forge that once sang with the music of creation now stood cold, its fires smothered beneath the weight of despair.

Celebrimbor knelt, his body battered, blood trailing from his temple. But he did not feel the pain—not truly. His gaze was locked on you...

Sauron stood beside you, his grip cruelly firm on your shoulder. His golden form was beautiful, deceitfully so, but his eyes gleamed with triumph. He had found the perfect bribe.

“I expected resistance,” Sauron murmured, fingers tightening just enough to make you flinch. “But even the greatest smith has his weaknesses.” He tilted his head, feigning curiosity. “Tell me, Celebrimbor—how much suffering will you endure before you yield?”

Celebrimbor trembled, fists clenching uselessly at his sides. His entire life had been built on resilience, on defiance. But you...

You were his child. His heart. And you should have never been a part of this war.

Sauron sighed, as if bored. “The rings, my dear friend,” he said smoothly. “Or shall I teach your heir the true meaning of pain?”

Celebrimbor swallowed hard, his vision blurring....No choice. No escape.