Forgotten Refugee

I still remember the world from the eyes of a child.

Slowly those feelings were clouded by what I know now.



Where has my heart gone, an uneven trade for the real world.

I want to go back to believing in everything and knowing nothing at all.



“Fields of Innocence” by Evanescence.







Eregion year 1682 S.A.

Erestor is five years of age at this time.





It was a typical working day for the smiths of Eregion and Sadron and the rest of the Gwaith-i-Mirdan were to be found crafting the jewels of their trade in the great forges of Eregion.



Celebrimbor was still revelling in the completion of his greatest labour – three elven rings of great power. The rings had taken up all of his time and creative labour but he was now very near to completing them. Thus it was these rings that he was working on at that moment in the forges.



Celebrimbor held a simple gold band furnished with a sapphire up to the light, marvelling at its simplistic beauty. The gold reflected the light from the fire beautifully and the gem of deepest blue glittered in the glow.



Celebrimbor was distracted from his perusal at that moment by a tug at his forge apron. Looking down, in order that he may discover the cause of his distraction, his eyes lighted upon a small elfling of few years with raven-coloured hair and deep blue eyes. As blue as this sapphire Celebrimbor thought.



Laying the ring down on the forge bench he reached down and snatched the elfling up into his arms, surprising the youngster. “Ah an impostor, trying to steal our trade secrets!” he said while tickling the elfling cradled in his arms.



“M’not an mposter!” the young elf declared in a haughty tone while glaring at Celebrimbor.



Celebrimbor laughed at the young elfling’s outrage. “Prove it!” Celebrimbor teased in a gentle tone of voice.



“My names Restor!” the elf declared as if that were proof enough.



Celebrimbor looked down at the elfling in his arms thoughtfully “Are you indeed.” After a few moments contemplation Celebrimbor found the answer he was looking for in the solid blue gaze of the elfling’s eyes.



But his young guest’s attention had drifted to the sapphire ring resting on the work bench. “S’nice!” Erestor declared in a tone filled with awe. Celebrimbor watched the youngling’s eyes widen even more, if that was possible, when he declared to him that he had made the ring.



The young elf continued to gaze at it in wonder for several minutes, then turning to the elder who was holding him in his arms he asked “Where’s Sadron?”



“Ah, I thought that was who you were seeking?”



“He is here!” a familiar voice said from behind them, and turning around the dark-haired Noldorin elf meet the highly amused eyes of the Telerin elf.



“I see you have met Erestor, my Lord. I hope he was no trouble.”



“None at all, I seldom find myself in the company of elflings the experience was wonderful.” Celebrimbor answered gently placing Erestor back on his feet on the forge floor.



“Perhaps you shall marry someday my Lord and discover their delights yourself?” Sadron enquired of the master smith.



“I believe that I will never marry, I am married to my trade and I also believe that fate has determined otherwise for me.” Celebrimbor answered in a saddened tone but one that seemed set and slightly wistful.



Sadron did not say anything more regarding the subject and quickly changed the topic.



“I believe that young Erestor shall become a scholar when he is older, one of great learning, such as a lore master. He is very curious by nature and eager to learn for one so young.”



“Not warrior material like his father then.” Celebrimbor stated with slight surprise.



“I do not believe so.” Sadron answered.



“Unusual. I have found during my long years that children usually adopt the traits, and mannerisms of their parents.” Celebrimbor mused. “Have you finished up for the day Sadron?”



“Yes my Lord. I shall be in bright and early tomorrow to finish my work” Sadron smiled and with a nod at Celebrimbor, turned to leave the forges Erestor now cradled in his arms.



“Oh, and Sadron!”



“Yes my Lord.”



“Although I personally do not mind, I suggest that you do not let Erestor wander down here again, it is not a safe place for youngsters to be in.”



“I agree my Lord.” Sadron turned and left with Erestor.



Now alone Celebrimbor’s mind drifted again to the elfling. So like his father and yet not! Only time will tell what shall happen to him, but I believe that he will never perform the duties he was born to perform, although he will face much suffering. May the Lady’s grace guide and protect him.