Celebrimbor made a super tiny set of elf armor for his favorite forge mouse, equipped with a trademark Feanorian star on his lil' shield. Annatar is not impressed.
Inspired by this fic from the POV of the mouse: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59500966
Happy TROP!Day! Every Thursday I'm gonna post some TROP artwork! I was going to do a serious hardcore artwork, but I wanted to make this doodle about the mouse so bad, so I did this instead.
Elrond returned to his chambers, his frustration obvious after a series of tiresome meetings that seemed to stretch on. He hung his deep blue, richly woven cloak by the intricately carved door, while his gleaming sword found its resting place atop the polished oak table. He moved deeper into his chambers, craving a refreshment on the balcony, where the cool evening breeze and the distant twinkling of stars awaited him. But just as he was about to step out, a faint noise caught his attention, a curious rustling emanating from his small office.
With a furrowed brow, Elrond approached the door. Peering inside, the shelves lined with ancient scrolls and cherished tomes stood undisturbed, and his sturdy desk remained in its usual, orderly arrangement. However, the real intrigue lay in the figure occupying the office.
Princess Y/n, the dazzling Daughter of King Gil-Galad. She was adorned in a soft silver dress that shimmered like moonlight on water, cinched delicately at the waist. A small tiara rested atop her flowing hair, which cascaded in gentle waves over her shoulders, reflecting hints of the starlight. Her hands were busy rifling through the contents of the desk, her brow slightly furrowed in concentration as she searched for something elusive.
