eregion was under attack, it’s borders fell as orcs entered the city, you, one of the smiths were limping through the destroyed halls that led to the forge

you held you left hand against your side as your blood soaked through your clothes as you held a dagger in your right hand

with a pained expression you arrived at the forge, you froze at seeing celebrimbor laying on the ground, arrows in his body and his breath shallow

you walked closer fast, falling onto your knees you looked at your once proud lord, the lord of eregion, who now was on the verge of death