Day 105: Wellspring

But the Elves fled from [Sauron]; and three of their rings they saved [...] that had last been made, and they possessed the greatest powers. Narya, Nenya, and Vilya, they were named, the Rings of Fire, and of Water, and of Air, set with ruby and adamant and sapphire [...] they were forged by Celebrimbor alone, and the hand of Sauron had never touched them; yet they also were subject to the One.

The Silmarillion, Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age

This drabble was prompted by some discussions I had with elena_tiriel about the forging of the Great Rings when I was writing The Bones of the Earth.

Day 105

as part of the Possessing the greatest powers series.

Wellspring

To wield power, to command obedience, one must hold power of like kind.

For the Three, Celebrimbor chose wisely.

The strength of the endlessly tumbling waters of Sirannon, taking the secrets of the mountains to the sea. The steadfastness of the constant wind blowing through the pass of Caradhras, bearing aloft the all-seeing eagles. The hope of the never-ceasing lights of Carnil and Menelmacar and the Valacirca, that shine out ever brighter each time the dark falls.

Did Celebrimbor know what he did?

Ulmo, Manwë, Varda – a little of their spirits captured – each gave succour and strength to true bearers.