I was super reluctant to write an interlude, because in my mind, one interlude constitutes another; however, I couldn't think of a way to solve this through the regular storyline, and too many people were guessing about this to just leave them hanging.
Yavanna finds her husband sitting by a stream, glaring deep into the waters.
"Why do you frown so, husband?" She asks, moving behind him and considering rubbing his shoulders. He was awfully touchy, some days.
He starts, and twists to look at her.
"What was the point of even speaking to them? They came to the conclusions on their own..."
She chuckles, and sits beside him.
"Don't laugh at me. Getting into that confounded Halfling's head took time away from my forge."
"And getting into the Durin's mind took me away from those beautiful flowers. As is sitting here, talking to you."
Aüle growls, grabbing her hand, "Yes, but I'm worth leaving the flowers. Like I said, talking to them was pointless. I'll admit, it was fun talking Mandos into releasing the Durins, and I didn't mind rebuilding their bodies, but I didn't even get to communicate with them. And the Halfling just completely forgot everything I told him anyway."
"Did he, my love?" She replies, smiling wider, "You don't truly think he would have found the idea to make things new? Not when he was careening down that dark path."
He grumbles low in his throat, "He seems to think he's pretty clever."
"No one is as clever as they think are, my dear," Yavanna says, tugging him up, threading her arms through his, and leading him down the bank, "Not even Bilbo Baggins."
in case people didn't know, Mahal is the name Dwarves use for Aüle. :) I'm one of those irritating people who haven't read the Silmarillion but insist on writing with characters from it, so any experts, please feel free to correct my mistakes here.