He was squinting his eyes up at me, then looking me up and down. Then he looked at Dagny and the guards before grabbing my loose wrist and pulling it down in front of him. He just happened to pull me down with him. His head was at my chest, much like how my head was at everyone else's chests. His hair was the tight-tiny curls, just like how they had portrayed it in Lord of the Rings. However, his eyes were more like the goblins in Harry Potter – pupils large and dark, however the orange furnace gave the hint they were not black. His goggles sat on his forehead, and I could see my shadowy reflection in the lenses. His hands – still holding my one wrist, twisting it to and fro – were almost the same size as mine, just shorter fingers and they were a bit pudgier.

He let go and turned away, stomp-fast-walking towards the anvil he had been at moments before. I noticed the neck strap of the apron was over his hair. It stuck out and odd strands danced around him. I saw a flash of gold shine before he turned back and his body blocked the light from hitting what was in his hand.

Dagny decided to be helpful then, hitting my shoulder before saying "Hold your arms out." I stared at her as I bent my back to where it had been when the blacksmith had pulled me. But my attention was taken back to in front of me when warm metal came around both of my wrists.

The lighting was poor. Only the furnace produced light, and it was meant to give off more heat than light. But in the low orange light, it showed the brilliant gold shackles around my wrists. In the metal, for a second I thought it was stained glass. But certain cut squares showed up in the odd green mosaic. "Oh shit, you used emeralds."

The dwarf snorted. "I'm no jeweler, girl. These 'nes ain't worth much compared to the 'nes my brothers mine. I pulled most out of sum ore I 'ad lying abouts. Nuthin' for gems, but they do fine for 'is." He was struggling not to brag. I knew something about emerald ore, but only that the good stuff was used to make the actual jewels. When its cut, then it's worth something.

Distracted by the dazzle, I almost didn't notice when he attached the gold chains to protruding loops on my shackles. The weight was noticeable, and I remembered something about gold being a heavy, soft metal. When I moved my arms closer to me, though, a beautiful tinkling sound seemed to wipe my head clean. "Oh my goodness, they sound wonderful." I knew all three of them were staring at me like I was growing a head, but I was to focused on letting the chains clink together when I would toss them in the air.

"The Allfather requested a few things. Me 'n 'im are the only ones that could take them off. Our blood makes sure 'o that. Another, 'f any'ne tries to grab 'em, the chain expands. Like 'is." He suddenly grabbed the chain just before I could throw it in the air again. I waited to feel me go down with the sudden change in directions, but nothing happened. To me at least. The chain started to gain links, new ones appearing with a twist and a ring in the air. He let go, and the links twisted back the same way they had appeared.

"'N another t'in. That metal's spelled, so you won't be lying to no 'ne. If yer asked something, ye ain't gunna be telling a lie, ye got that girl?"

I stared at my new jewelry. "That's fantastic!" I pulled my arms to their respected sides, and found my hands stopped when they were at my side, the metal lying across my chest.

"Yer enjoying dis too much, girl." He eyed me warily. I noticed Dagny and the guard eyed me the same way.

I smiled my best smile, twisted my feet and pulled my wide pant legs, curtsying. "I see no reason not to enjoy this, Master Blacksmith."

He turned just as Dagny grabbed my arms and turned me. I could hear the dwarf muttering to himself before the tang of a hammer hitting the anvil sounded again.

We went back up the steps , and I grabbed my arms at the slightly cool breeze. At the same time I was trying to remember if I knew where I was or if this was new.

I was horrible with directions and remembering them.

"Are we going back to my cell, or that room?"

"Neither. The Allfather has requested you have a room to practice and rest. We shall fetch you when it is your time."

"Aaand I'm a dog. I just get a lower and lower standard, don't I?"

Dagny stepped to the side and pulled me into a door. In the room was a fire place with a fire, a rug, two sitting chairs and a small table in between. The rug looked terrible comfy at the moment. "You will wait here. The door will be locked. It shan't be long, no more than a few hours."

"Yay." And they closed the door, clicking the lock into place.

Okay. It's been better, it has. Well, my writing and the reviews. I know I didn't really say much, but I feel crappy the longer it takes to post something for you guys. And with the holidays here, I have, like, four Christmas's.

So like I said, love the reviews I got! Not quite 22 – though its more, like another 3-4 followers – but the one I got were AWESOME.

If you're in as a guest, try to use a name. One person posted as just Guest, and another as Guest: (their name, I'm not gunna write it). If y'all are gunna post more than once, I'd like to keep track of who says what and if they said something more than just once.

YES I know Loki isn't here much yet. (He's not exactly anywhere, being the awesome crazy person he is but that's a different matter entirely.) Stop. I had him as the sub character for a reason. It's all going according to plan! Well except for the long breaks in between posts but meh, I'm human.