Dwarrowfeld
The dwarves were deepenend in their work like busy bees, working very meticulously, as their current craft required precision through long hours. Link by link was made, each with a loving and zealous care, before they were assembled as a whole. Such was the effect of Moria-silver in dwarves' hearts.
She came silently, watching them from a distance, warily. Although all arrangements had been agreed on, and the materials she brought with her was paid in blood...mostly in blood, she knew how a dwarf mind could digress and turn over to greed, especially when mithril was at hand, and not meant for their kin.
But they kept to their business, working like master craftsmen as expected, and there was progress.
She mostly kept to herself, but was helpful, aiding smiths and guards in the Heart of Fire alike. She was also restless, and when her fierce presence did not fill the forge, orcs and other vile creatures were at unease, with good reason...
