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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.

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: Elendilmir fled Eregion that night, taking only his

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. From his forest home, he watched the sky