'It pained Celebrimbor to see the woods and fens so ill-treated, but he did not want to harm his alliance with the Men of Númenor. He counselled them to take greater care of the land, but his words were not heeded. Galadriel's sorrow became too great, and she turned her attention to Laurelindórenan and other distant lands.
'Celebrimbor gave up the woods as lost, turning all his attention and skill toward mastering his craft. Together, Celebrimbor and his fellowship of jewel-smiths became the most renowned workers of riches in all of Middle-earth. If they could not halt the slow degradation of the land's beauty, they would at least seek to supplement and preserve it through their craft.
'Celebrimbor had kept one of the Three for his own. At the moment that Sauron placed the Ruling Ring on his own finger, Celebrimbor knew his danger. He removed his ring, and vowed to never wear it again, lest his mind be dominated by the Dark Lord. Those of the jewel-smiths who had similarly kept rings were made to give them up, sometimes by force, and the Three Rings were sent in secret to hidden bearers. Messages were sent to Men, dwarves, and Elves in which Celebrimbor admitted his folly and warned of the coming war. So were the folk made ready to defend Middle-earth, but it would not be enough to save Eregion from the ravages of Sauron.
'The gates of Mordor opened, and the armies of Sauron came forth. He would seize as many of the Rings of Power as he could find, but the Three remained hidden to him, and he touched them not.'1/1
3 Speak toMeneldir (Show dialog)
'The gates of Mordor? The armies of Sauron?
'What did I miss, Player? Surely it is not as bad as all that. Sauron has been dead for three thousand years, and today Mordor is an empty land.'
Meneldir squints at Bregoleth.
'Sometimes Elves have trouble marking the passage of the years. I mean no offence.'1/1