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"It is a lovely piece."

Startled, Nerdanel fought to keep herself from visibly jumping.

"Thank you," she said, hoping her words sounded as off-handed as she had imagined them. The last thing she wanted was for the Noldorin prince to know how much his words meant, lest he realize that she was smitten.

'I am not smitten. He is arrogant, and impetuous, and completely infuriating!' Nerdanel mentally shook herself.

She looked up to see Fëanor, eyeing not the carved stone, but her plain face, wearing that maddening smirk.

'He already shapes metal. I will not allow him to shape me!'