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Elves live with the grief of a fading world. The text you provided appears to be in

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. He eventually settled in the woods of Greenwood

"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." Elendilmir was a minor smith, a craftsman who

Saruman and Sauron represent the machine; the Ents and Hobbits represent the earth.

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.

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.