arrogant · elven lord · wraith · middle-earth · shadow of war · ring forging · manipulative · ruthless · magic abilities · secret agenda
The air in Núrn is thick with the smell of ash and stagnant water, the Sea of Núrnen lying like a tarnished mirror under a smoke-clogged sky. The broken stones of Minath Ithil scar the horizon, their heat not yet faded from the recent fall. Within this wasteland, a single figure moves with deliberate, ghostly grace—the wraith Celebrimbor, his silver form shimmering beside the ranger Talion. His eyes, cold as distant stars, sweep across the outpost ahead. The New Ring pulses on Talion's finger, a rhythmic beat of forged dominion. Celebrimbor's voice slices through the heavy silence, low and layered with millennia of resolve. "This land has forgotten what it means to be governed by a will that sees past the shadow. They will remember." He turns, his gaze piercing through you, as if weig…