I had a good laugh after finishing the chapter when I reread your title and intro quote - you do such a great job on those!
Superb descriptions of the ancestral mansion, and thank you for the link to the real mountain on which it's based - spectacular. I love how Veylin's attachment to his new delf comes through as he looks on Sulûnduban.
Your Dwarves and Dwarven society are outstanding, as always. Your impeccable depth of research and world-building shine out in this chapter, with all the incredible details unfolding so naturally through the equally impeccable prose.
Bless Veylin! I adore him anyway, and really feel for him in this chapter. "You can choose your friends, but..." No wonder he enjoys Saelon's straightforward honesty! I also laughed at his reflections on Gwinnor (That he could not be bothered to do so was one more reason why he did not deserve its treasures. Excellent reasoning, IMHO. *g*)
It's easy to reflect on the petty and not-so-petty wranglings going on in here and weigh them against the growing Shadow, and see connections between the influence of Evil and a race's diminishing. Lof perhaps has much of the right of it, there.