Ok time for background:
The true story of Molthenyr
Here lays down carefully our legend, which looses herself through the wrinkles of time and the arabesques of ages.
Aula, Vala from whose hands, every construction found it’s beginning, rock and metal his gifts used to adorn the world, desired to create intelligent beings to which he could teach his art.
Using stone and earth he moulded dwarves, tendering his knowledge. Ilúvatar at the presence of these new creatures, perturbed by the previous events, that all know how can let shadow fall on hearts and minds, reprehended him for desiring to dominate a race.
Aula, whose intent was pure and not ever touched by greed, as if a flame had crossed his head and blazed his sorrow, decided to destroy the dwarves that trembled in fear and begged for mercy.
Ilúvatar impressed from such intention and obstinate gloom, left free their lives, under the condition of a long and muffled silence of no remembrance, till the coming of the Elves, who should have been the first to awake, as foreseen in the original song.
As all know, the fate knows how to roleplay and the first to awake, for some fatal game made by time or by the enemy, Melkor, who never found rest, avid of redraft, didn’t have the appearance and the craft of dwarves, and where known from that day on with the name of Molthenyr ( in elvish Lumnasarn ).
Comical creature These, tall no more than 130 cm, thin as spirits, consistent as stones which they eat ceaselessly. Following this path, originated this union between drawves and this race, one digging, the other eating, common particular the rocks, one pleasure seeking, the other ambition following.
Reserved and shy, ready lo slip in every hole and crevice to hide from discourteous eyes, untamable climbers with long limbs and lengthy fingers. Their color is taken from the nature, brownish earth which they use to mimetize, so quick as mindless. Unique occupation is their solitary lives, few growls and grunts and less thinking.
After the escape of dwarves from the mines of Moria, where they both lived and helped each other, in their own way, our Molthenyr ran off to Misty Mountains where they still work and eat, waiting, who knows, maybe for another cooperation.
That’s all folks :wavey:
