Where is my daughter?
Bent over the anvil of his hidden smithy, the darkling fae raised his hammer... Its head seemingly made of jet, traced with silver, pounded down upon the blade that took shape under his craft... As he worked his eyes blazed and his mind pondered many things... His recent visit to Imladris and his fellow Sindar he had met there... the great Lord Elrond, their cryptic speech together and the token he had left in his keeping that he might know him... And wondered also of his messenger...
A small figure tentatively approached the blazing sparking metal and the glowering figure of Gilgwath the Fae...
Without looking up he spoke to the Naugrim... "Son of Rhim... Thou knowest better than to attend me when I am at my work..." The voice was deep and low, yet it carried clear above the ringing of the pounding hammer and the roaring of the furnaces all about...
"Y-yes master... sorry master... but my father has returned from Rivendell, my lord..."
A bearly percieved nod... "Go then, and say to him he is to await me in my chamber..."
The nervous servant stood and fidgited with his sleeve. The smith spoke more sternly, "Go I said!"
In a trembling voice the little dwarf spoke.... "B-but... master...", he swallows, "The young mistress... she is gone..."
Kir, son of Rhim, beheld the eyes of his master... He screamed and fled...
The hammer fell...
The black blade shattered upon the anvil...
