It would be magnificent. Truly and enormously so. All who entered this hall would look upon him and be amazed. He had watched so closely those who entered the mountain; he had watched how it was that they gawked at the giant gates that lead into the underground kingdom, and he wanted to give them another spectacle to rival all of the rest.
It took a long time to make the prototype. It had to be perfect. Not a single flaw; if the image was impure, the final product would surely be ruined. Then to build the mold. So careful. The calculations had to be exact or the final piece would be out of proportion, and that would bring shame to him and his trade. It would have to be perfect.
His son helped him when he was able. The lad was a father of his own child now. The wee babe was a bright little girl-child who was always getting into things. Not one you would want in the workroom. So his son was rarely there. It mattered not; it would get done. Eventually.
The hardest part would be moving organizing everything correctly. Every piece had to be carved to scale with perfectly smooth curves and sharp corners. Every detail would need to be absolutely perfect. It just had to be. If it was not, there would be no end to the horror.
He looked up from the plans and sighed with contentment. For this, he would be remembered always. Other artists would rise and fade, but he, the creator of this magnificent wonder would be immortal to all who saw it, be they dwarf, man or, may Mahal forbid it, elf. He snorted lightly and returned his gaze thoughtfully to the page. It was progressing nicely.
As he walked through the halls, and saw the blocks being lifted slowly and carefully into place, he felt his heart begin to grow. It was happening. It would be so soon. He remembered when he had been commissioned. By the King himself. The King under The Mountain. There was no greater honor. He raised his chin proudly and walked over to inspect the work, careful not to get in anybody's way and so upset the work. Oh, it was spectacular to behold. Indeed, it looked only like a large column of stone, but soon, oh, so very soon, it would be what it was meant to be!
Magnificent.
The Prince, the son of the King himself would come to watch the ceremony. The King would start the ball rolling, and soon all who entered his Kingdom would look upon it and be amazed. So very soon. It was painfully close to being complete. The craftsman knew not what he would do after it's completion, but for now, that did not matter. As he watched the final stone be settled into place, the last pin placed to keep the mold together, the last dwarf step from the scaffolding, he felt the pain build up in his chest and he felt a tear form in his eye. It was time.