Second Age; beginning of the year 1717, in Imladris…
The main gem for a cloak clasp was nearly done…the intricate detail and great effort put into the jewel was not hard to miss. Undómion did not want to stop; enjoying making it the best it could possibly be. There was nothing left to improve, and instead of leaving it be, the Noldo kept looking for ways to further improve it.
“How long have you been sitting there?”
“Go away.” Undómion grunted.

