Chapter Two: A mad-dwarf, a mute and an axe.

When the mad-dwarf met the mute.
To explain Tórunr's muted mouth, by the act of a missing tongue.

The elves would gladly die for gems,
They delight in keeping rankour'd
Give me a dwarf who doesn't mind, and mines -

to hit the pay dirt!

A 'Suilad Melon' may be quite continental,
But mithril is a dwarf's best friend!
An oath may be strong, but it won't pay the rental - 
On your humble halls,
Or help you when a dragon calls!

Torrigan's Meeting with Gilgwath, the Dark and Ancient Smith
 

The Story Behind the Ancient Longsword of his Forefathers and How it Came to Be

With ore and stone, the mountains bring up from the deeps. The hard veins of the earth make clubs look hallow.

By forge and anvil, we craft for thy king, for thy lord and for thy neighbour. From the vast plains of Rohan to the Lonely Mountain's Peak, no work surpasses those of old. Mithril, though lovely you gloom and reflect the light as a mirror where ever you roam.