Simple Pleasures, And All That by Fernstrike

Suspended Glass

Celebrimbor and Narvi test a prototype. Prompts: hope, glass, special, fascinating

“I sincerely hope this is going to work,” Celebrimbor murmured, sanding the final bevel of the glass piece, this particular one coloured a deep ochre like sunset.  

He carefully blew and wiped the surface, then lifted it with specially designed prongs, softened by fine cloth at the edges. It settled precariously into the wire frame that Narvi held carefully suspended in his hands. His rough digits had been calloused through the creation of myriad fantastical projects, yet were still gentle and precise, a tattooed thumb and forefinger holding the model carefully from the top, the fingertips of his other hand buoying it from the bottom, keeping steady the springs built into the design. With an impossibly thin set of pliers, Celebrimbor adjusted the hold of the wires along all the glass pieces they had already inset, and when all was ready, nodded. Narvi carefully removed his hand on the bottom, and the design sprung into place - a broad, multifaceted, complex web of a thing that could be ornament, lamp, even chandelier.   

“Fascinating,” remarked Celebrimbor observing the scatteration of colour, the thrill and promise of a successful prototype rushing through him.  

Narvi gave a smile manifesting the same feeling. “Now let’s make a big one.” 

Chapter End Notes

In the wise words of Raiyana: "Celebrimbor invented the Tiffany lampshade"