Annatar feels like an idiot. He has managed to lock himself in a tight space; a closet, because he had seen Celebrimbor and panicked.

Only, he forgot to check if there was a way to open the closet from the inside.

“Stupid, stupid elf, making me stop thinking.” Annatar mutters, trying to direct his thoughts entirely to Celebrimbor because he’s definitely totally not freaking out, he’s definitely not claustrophobic, he’s totally fine.