6. Palantír: Silver Fist

The presence in the palantír wavered as if it wouldn't expect such fight. But it recovered quickly, and before the lovely picture of Elanor Gamgee and friendship could fill the entire palantír and push Sauron away, he countered with a Song of his own, and the surface of the seeing stone darkened. Another picture came forwards:

The holly trees rustled in grief and pain. Eregion burnt. Celebrimbor. His body broken, blood seeping into the floor… tortured almost beyond recognition… He did not tell anything. He did not reveal the Three.

Sauron looked at his body with a cold fury and dispassion. And then… something broke in him, and he wept. If for the grandson or Fëanor or for himself, he did not know. In the next moment though, his expression cold and unreadable. Never more did he shed a tear in that age of the world.

The tears that fell on the stone floor mixed with the blood of Celebrimbor. One drop found a tiny crack, and seeped into the stone. Down, down into the darkness below the mountain it moved, slowly, inch by inch. It found its way to an underground lake, smelling of dead fish. There a pale, boneless creature just found its way from a translucent egg. It drank the drop together with the cold waters of the lake. The Watcher awoke…