[Alcarillo]

Cainenyo moved through the city streets, coins jingling in his deep apron pockets. He was on his way to Celebdur's workshop, eager to see what Celebdur had done with the knife. Cainenyo passed through a long, shadowy alleyway, a shortcut he saw two boys take yesterday, and emerged on Celebdur's street. Crows huddled on rooftops and watched as Cainenyo knocked on Celebdur's red-painted door. The sounds of smithy-work echoed through an open window and Cainenyo heard the brisk footsteps of the silversmith. The door soon swung outwards and Celebdur stood in the sunshine. "Hello there, I've got your knife right here," he said at once and he reentered the shop before Cainenyo could say a word.

Cainenyo whistled a half-hearted tune and watched the people go by as he stood in the street. This awkward patience did not last long, for Celebdur was back at the door, presenting a long package of string and paper to Cainenyo in pure regal-fashion. "Here it is, adorned with silver blossoms by your very own son." Cainenyo took it into his hands, considered for a moment whether to open the package now or later, decided on the latter, and slipped the knife into one of the deep pockets of his apron.

"How much do I owe you?" Cainenyo asked, thrusting a gloved hand into another pocket and fishing around for a handful of silver coins. He knew that good silver was becoming expensive these days.

"Nothing at all!" Celebdur exclaimed, "It was made by your son, my apprentice. Think of it as a gift." He turned back into the shop. "Good-bye, Cainenyo," he said.

"Good-bye, and thank you," Cainenyo said back as the red door shut. Cainenyo had some extra cash and some free time. He had already finished the candelabra this morning, an Alassante could handle any customers. Cainenyo darted through another alleyway, next to Fëaglin's shop, and avoiding clothes-lines and crates of fresh vegetables headed to market, Cainenyo made his way to his favorite part of town.

Cainenyo paused for a moment near Celebrimbor's palace, where he heard the joyful voices of young soldiers on the ramparts. Cainenyo could make out the faces of servants and councilors in the tall windows, and watched their expressions, trying to watch what was happening in the home of the Ring-Maker. But Cainenyo did not tarry long. Soon he was again roaming the streets, heading towards the docks on the river.