Earnio

This is a continuation of Black Iron - The Smith quenches the blades (X)

This is a continuation of Black Iron - The Smith hammers the steel (VIII)

This is a continuation of Black Iron - The Smith starts his fires (VI)

Also related to Black Iron - Thoughening up (IX) by Turuviel

This is a continuation of Black Iron - The Smith begins his work (IV)
Also related to The decision (V) by Turuviel

Rain slowly, gently falling onto the rooftop. Drip, drip, drip... the window was kept wide open in the hopes of at least a slight breeze, but there would be no wind in sight on this hot summers eve. It was dark already, as if someone had put a warm, wet blanket all over Imladris. From the window, one could see some lanterns still lit along the paths up to the Last Homely House. She would note guests coming and going long into the night. Some of the kin were most likely gathered in the Hall of Fire again, enjoying light music and good wine. Like most nights, those delights were denied her.

Previous installment in this storyline, as written by Turuviel: Growing Stronger Claws: Prologue

Dear Diary,

Well, the meeting turned into a great shambles of speculation, and then it turned into an expedition. Not back to Eregion, to try the restored keys provided by Earnio, but to the Blue Mountains, and indeed the doors of Thorin's Halls.

Tingruviel asked to make the diplomatic request for information in person. I could hardly deny her this -- she knows best about what approaches work, and we need this to work.

The sounds of hammers against anvils rang like silver bells across the forges of Imlad Gelair. The hidden valley within the hidden valley, a haven within a haven, a dream within a dream; such was Imlad Gelair, and it was here that Earnio had been allowed to set up his workshop during his stay in Rivendell. Much had happened since first he set foot upon the lush, green grass outside the Last Homely House around a year ago, his first visit to Rivendell for many, many years.