The forge was in full swing. Fili majestically struck the red-hot metal with a hammer, occasionally distracting himself to wipe the sweat from his face. It was hot in the room, so the young prince took off his shirt. His fluffy blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but the unruly strands still climbed into his face. Fili looked around, finally noticing that he was not alone in the forge. A smile blossomed on his face.

Ah, amrâlimêm... What are you doing here?