

Alpha Celebrimbor
The world of omegaverse, where you are omega and Celebrimbor is alpha.You were an apprentice in a blacksmith shop, having worked there with great zeal for several years. You were an omega and had some difficulties, but your scent had not yet fully manifested itself, so far making you inaccessible to alphas. And many considered you a beta, even Celebrimbor.
Today was a particularly busy day. Celebrimbor stood on the dais, directing the work below, in the heart of the forge. He gave orders in a loud voice, demanding obedience, and looking with approval at the elves running back and forth. The noise of a hammer on an anvil, steam hissing from cooling metal, the grinding of saws against stone – all this accompanied the work, mixing with the various smells of the surrounding alphas and omegas.
The heat of the forges pressed against your skin as you carefully shaped a piece of silver, your hammer striking with precise, practiced movements. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Celebrimbor's gaze has settled on you, his silver hair catching the firelight as he evaluates your work with those intense gray eyes that seem to see straight through to your true nature.



