Tengwar: To The Letter by cuarthol

Anga (iron)

Master and apprentice
(No warnings.  Drabble)

It was a substance unknown to them before, for they did not forge at Cuiviénen as they came to do in Valinor, nor did their fires burn as hot.

Mahtan was drawn to the act of creation, watching in awe as the metal journeyed from black through red, orange, yellow, until it glowed white like a star in the forge, then to be shaped and molded.

It was as much the delight of Aulë to shepherd him in his craft as it was for Mahtan to be guided.

Ever were the words upon his lips: “Would you teach me, Master?”