Test drive post for demeleier

[durinsdaughter]

[It's been a few weeks that she's been in Demeleier now, and since a while ago she has accepted that she won't be able to leave immediately. She might not even want to, now that Kíli has arrived as well. There is a difference between knowing that a reunification with her family can't be further than a few decades off and actually having one of them around. Still strange, but still just as precious and full of wonder and joy. To have her youngest back, it's a thing that she doesn't want to leave behind. ...And even if the word that no time passes back home while they are here is a trick to subdue them (and that is a constant worry), there is a certain reluctance to desiring a way home. Not that, should a path open itself, she wouldn't immediately take it. She has a duty to her people, and while she is certain that they would not let the lord of the black messengers blackmail them into anything should he claim to have taken her as a hostage (though avenging her would be an entirely different story - she might not be a king, but her blood is still among the most noble of all dwarves in Middle Earth) she would not leave them in times of need if she could help it. And times of need they are.

But she is needed here as well, by her son and maybe others as well, and looping back to this point she opens the feed. She has an announcement to make.]

I've now set up everything in the smithy to be able to do proper work there. [As opposed to the above average but in her eyes sub-par work that she could do with an anvil and other things that were simply too large for her.] As such, I will now offer the services of a smith. [She won't mention that her smithwork is, by default, far better than any human's (though she does consider Matsue very capable. But. For a human apprentice), because that should be clear to everyone who knows dwarves and the others will see, no bragging needed - those are her thoughts, anyway.] Contact me if you need anything. Even if the item in question is unfamiliar to me, I might still be able to work with it. [Or maybe collaborate on it with the other woman or her son, two or three brains can think of more than one. She almost mentions payment modalities out of habit, but then stops herself, no. Things work differently here (and that unsettles her, but what can you do).]


[ooc: All of this is absolutely not supposed to be game canon, but simply a throwing together of something for the sake of a test drive. She's been in Deme for 1 1/2 months, Kíli arrived a while after her, and she gets along with Matsue. Everything else is up in the air.]

Comments

[westboundwounded]

Durin? Oh, no, Durin was gone long before my birth. Sometime during the First Age, I believe, and I was not born until the Second Age.

But I did meet Narvi, if only briefly. He was a friend to Celebrimbor.

[durinsdaughter]

Durin did not die until the third age.

[When they awoke his bane, the evil that rested in the ground under the mines. But after all those lives that were lost just outside Khazad-dûm - all those that burned, that did not have a grave - after her grandfather's death, and now that they wonder what might have happened to those who went to resettle the mines...

She can not quite bring herself to speak of it without need, her heart grows heavy with it.]

[westboundwounded]

Oh, you mean Durin, Third of the Name, the First-Gifted. ...I suppose that depends on what you consider a meeting. I saw him on a handful of occasions, but he spoke with my mother, or to Celebrimbor, not to me. I was but an Elf-maid at the time. Hardly of interest to a Dwarf-lord. Still, he granted us his hospitality not once, but twice. I cannot speak poorly of that.