Craft II
His craft is above all. Above his sire and the oath of Fëanor, rule and dynasties, all worldly bonds of fellowship. The art of gold is his centre: as fluent as speech and as intricate as making love.
He lives to forge beauty, and beauty is become that which he makes.
None knows better the power of a hammer-blow, of a jewel placed thus-wise. His knowledge rouses greed, but greed is not of him.
And he shall not lament the dust and ash that will be wrought of Eregion, for better the forge lie cold than the making be undone.