Celebrimbor has been in a funk, there is no other way to describe it. The news that Legolas had told him weighed him down, like a milestone slung about his neck, dragging him down.

He knew that he needed to snap himself out of it, that this black depression would pull him down without a trace.

So when he hears the announcement, that there is a forge and if anything can pull him out it'll be his work.

"A forge?" A bit of his old spark manages to reach his grey eyes. "And a good one you say? How large?"