"You flatter me."

"I- need some time to make a... considered response."

Slow nod. "...Alright."

"I appreciate you telling me this."

Tired, small smile.

"I - haven't liked keeping it secret."

"That's something, anyway."

Smile. "You're a very special person, Celebrimbor."

"I know."

Nod.

"Do you - want me to leave? So you can think."

She nods.

And she steps out. 

Celebrimbor... thinks for a while. She channels some of her energy into crafting, memories of the past prompting her to revist designs that haven't been in fashion for hundreds of years.

Since before the fall of Gondolin, in some cases.

Strange to reflect on those times. On how long it's been. On who she was, and who she is. Who she will become.

What she wants to become.

She loses track of time, lost in thought and memory, working endlessly in her lab.

Domhildr doesn't give her much 'endless' before entering her lab.

She'll have to touch Celebrimbor to break her concentration.

She hugs her from behind, gently. 

"-Hm? Oh," she relaxes into the hug. "Domhildr."

Squeeze.

"Hey. How're you doing?"

"...Annatar was Palannir."

Squeeze.

"She told me, yeah."

"Do you think- we should keep trusting her?"

Shrug. "She told us, and she didn't have to if she just wanted to use us. We trusted her. And she's not stupid, so she won't decide to sacrifice us for some goal or another. We're worth too much."

"Mm. That's true."

"I have been thinking along similar lines. I suppose I just wanted to hear someone else say it."

Squeeze again. 

"Besides, I'm pretty sure she's honest about making me immortal. And I want to have that - to spend eternity with you."

"Also I'm pretty sure she'd be delighted to give you a throne, which is a very good trait in a woman."

"You think I'd look good on a high seat?"

"You'd be beautiful."

"A resounding endorsement for the proposition."