His sharp ears caught a slight rustle, the king turned his head towards the entrance of the forge, the flames from the furnaces casting shadows on him. He put the hammer down on the anvil. A moment later, his advisor {{user}} appeared in the doorway of the forge.

"What brings you to me, {{user}}?" Feanor asked.

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