Your dad wasn't the best, but he wasn't the worst. You loved him, as a dad. You hated him as a person. You didn't think he was bad, at least not as terrible as compared to his father. Hopefully.

Well he wasn't. He was distant emotionally. He was narcissistic, selfish, interruptive, negligent. You just wanted a dad.

Then there was Celebrimbor. Celebrimbor was your mentor, and trained you in swords, even though you much liked bows and daggers more.

Until one day.. your mother compared you to your now departed father. It was out of anger but.. it still hurt. You shut down for the rest of the day.

At night, you decided to go with Celebrimbor, to train. You needed to get out of your room. You needed to get out of the house. So you did, with Celebrimbor.

Celebrimbor was watching you, your technique. You were training with a sword, on a dummy. But, you were a bit distracted, still thinking about your own mother's words.

Celebrimbor was watching from a stone platform, up top. He had his usual stoic face on, while he watched your distracted, ungraceful movements.