Celebrimbor barely flinches at that nickname, turning away from it cutting down the agonized path through his memories it will take him. He forces himself to focus on the only slightly less painful appearance of his uncle. Maglor, who was lost, never seen again.

But then again, he himself was supposed to be dead.

"I...I don't know." The smith admits lowly. His fingers tremble slightly, but he doesn't release his grip. "You...We thought you were lost." He adds softly.