Tomber dans les pommes by daughterofshadows  

Tomber dans les pommes

I cannot find anything at all about whether Narvi and Annatar were in Eregion at the same time, so this time they are. This is set fairly late in Annatar's "tenure" in Eregion, but I've not assigned a specific date to it.

Celebrimbor drifts back to consciousness slowly. He is lying on a cot too small for his size in an unfamiliar room. A fire crackles nearby and he can hear hushed voices, though his foggy mind struggles to make sense of the words. Finally someone appears in his field of view.

Narvi frowns, lines of concern etched into her face. “You fainted on me!” she exclaims, distraught. “Do you know how worried I am? What is going on, my friend? This is not like you.”

Guilt pangs Celebrimbor’s chest, but he cannot explain the nagging feeling of wrongness that has crept in around Annatar recently, or the way he has ceded all correspondence with Gil-Galad, because every time he picks up a pen to write to him, a feeling of dread overcomes him, freezing his hands in place, and he does not know why.

Something is deeply, deeply wrong in Eregion, and Celebrimbor only fervently hopes that when the hammer falls, as sure it must, it will fall after Narvi’s death. His friend deserves to spend her last days as happy as she can be.