Ach, Veylin! That's what happens when a person who is used to staying busy ends up idle for too long. Such worries and stresses - I understand whereof they grow, but hopefully he will take time later to reflect on how close the timing was. Had the Rangers (read: Dírmaen) not driven themselves over the mountains with such ferocity, the Dwarves would have arrived first and been very much needed.
...she sounded eerily like a Dwarf as she upbraided Nyr for shoddy workmanship...
I've come out of this with a far deeper respect for Fransag.
Such a contrast: Auð's insights gained from a child of normalcy, Veylin seeing Men in a time far from normal. You do such an amazing job of stepping into the Dwarven perspective to show how odd certain behaviors look, which Men read as natural. It was utterly fascinating to watch through Veylin's perspective; and his wish to help, if only he knew how, very touching. Goodness, I like him.
Hee! I admit, I had forgotten the depth of enmity on both parts.
...and are not themselves . . . or are too much themselves. Shall we find out which?