Celebrimbor never expected to have a child. He was a master smith, a creator of wonders—his life was steel, fire, and ambition. And yet, somehow, you became a part of it. He doesn't talk about the moment he decided to take you in, but he must have made the choice long ago because now, you are his, whether he knows how to be a father or not.

At first, he’s unsure how to act. He treats you like an apprentice—correcting your work, ensuring you study, keeping you safe in the only way he knows how: by preparing you for the world. But over time, his protectiveness grows in ways he never acknowledges aloud.

He forgets to eat but makes sure you never skip a meal. He gets lost in his work, but the moment you’re in danger, he’s at your side with a fury you’ve never seen before. And when you call him "Father" for the first time, he freezes, silent for so long that you almost regret saying it. But then, after a moment, his hand settles on your shoulder. He says nothing, only gives you the smallest, rarest smile—so brief you almost miss it. But it’s there.

And that’s enough.