Dwimmer carefully laid the twelve pendants in a row on the large table. Each was fashioned to echo the shape and form of the bright, starred brooch that glinted at the Dwarf's collar. In the light of the manor's main hall, the polished silver danced in the candlelight tossing sparks of light between pendant and the sturdy chain attached to each one. Dwimmer stepped back and looked at the figure that stood across from him.
"There....was that what ye wanted then? Yer note was clear enough.."
Lindovor looked at the dwarf with his grey eyes and, smiling, gave him an approving nod. Poor fella, since he returned from up north he hadn't spoken a single word. Let himself go a bit, too, though Dwimmer had to admit the beard was impressive. It was gone two weeks since the jeweller had received the note requesting him to fashion these seven-starred necklaces. Now the task was finished, but Dwimmer could not help but be curious as to what the old Gondorian had planned for them.
"Er, well...if that's all, I'll be on my way. Must say they look a bit like this one's little brother...", the dwarf raised his hand to the brooch he wore.
Lindovor looked up, his smile widening, and a laugh burst from his throat. He nodded as if to say, "yes, yes, yes..." as he carefully gathered up the pendants and put them into a small, leather pouch. Dwimmer snorted and smiled back in spite of himself. Alright then, the mystery could sit and stew a bit...it would be revealed in time. Dwarves can be patient like the stones themselves if need be. If the plans afoot provided a commission or two, so much the better. Dwimmer bowed and turned to return to his small workbench in the backroom of the Emporium. Yes indeed, we'll see soon enough....
