Merwee: “What should I care for one mortal?” She turned toward the trees. “Do you know how many of my own people have been lost? How many dwarves—old as the stones beneath our feet—are no more?”

“What should I care for one mortal?” She turned toward the trees. “Do you know how many of my own people have been lost? How many dwarves—old as the stones beneath our feet—are no more?”