Dwarrowfeld
Stothkell bowed slightly as he handed over the glimmering mail shirt to her, under the gaze of many other dwarves in awe and amazement. Gratefully and pleased to the result did she lift it up in front of her, inspecting this jewel, the radiance emanating from it impressing her aswel, but of a different kind than the dwarves.
Most of them baffled did they watch her untie the clasps of her breastplate, followed by her elvish scalemail right after. The scenery seemed surreal to them as the shirt slipped over her jerkin, displaying its shape to the fullest: A mighty princely warrior of old, back when Khazad-dum was yet unsullied, and the markets in the North were blistering with wealth and splendour.
Suddenly halting was she aware of their mezmerized ogling, making the edges of her lips curve in an amused smile...and it was like the fiery forges were extinguished as the moonlight radiance got masked by her scalemail once more, but it was not so, as it was a mere reflection, but the effect knocked many dwarves back to their usual senses, and left others wondering to what they saw. No more time was wasted anymore, and she bade them a quick farewell, treading swiftly towards the rocky entrance, and into the darkness again...
Did this truly happen...? The Heart of Fire was quiet for a little while before the sounds of hammer on anvil resonated again.
