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But Elendilmir felt a coldness in the heat of the forges. One evening, he followed Annatar to the deepest chambers of the mountain-smithy. There, he saw the stranger standing before a cooling mold. Annatar wasn't singing to the metal as the Elves did; he was whispering to it in a tongue that sounded like grinding stones and guttering fires.

The year was 1600 of the Second Age. In the elven-smith kingdom of , the air always smelled of charcoal and ozone.

Elendilmir fled Eregion that night, taking only his tools and a single flawed gemstone. He wandered East, passing through the gates of , where the Dwarves were too busy mining the "True-silver" to heed his warnings. He eventually settled in the woods of Greenwood the Great, centuries before it became Mirkwood. But Elendilmir felt a coldness in the heat of the forges

As Annatar turned, his eyes briefly flared—not with the light of the Trees, but with a yellow, lidless intensity. In that moment, Elendilmir realized the "Lord of Gifts" was not an emissary of the Valar, but a master of puppets.

From his forest home, he watched the sky turn red in the West as Eregion fell. He saw the smoke of the War of the Elves and Sauron rise like a funeral shroud. He realized then that the "Articles of Peace" Annatar had promised were merely chains of gold. Elendilmir never made a ring again. Instead, he crafted small, glass birds that sang of the wind—things that were beautiful precisely because they were meant to break and pass away, unlike the stagnant, frozen perfection the Rings of Power sought to create. Key Themes of Middle-earth Stories: Annatar wasn't singing to the metal as the

Elendilmir was a minor smith, a craftsman who worked not with Mithril, but with copper and glass. He watched from the fringes of the Ghalad-mîrdain (the Jewel-smiths) as their lord, , grew closer to the stranger known as Annatar , the "Lord of Gifts." Annatar was beautiful, his voice like a well-tuned harp, and his knowledge of the earth’s bones was beyond anything the Elves had seen.

Saruman and Sauron represent the machine; the Ents and Hobbits represent the earth. Elendilmir fled Eregion that night, taking only his

"He teaches us to arrest the decay of time," Celebrimbor had said, his eyes bright with a dangerous fever. "To make Middle-earth as fair as Valinor itself."