1. Son of Durin
"Pay attention!" Father snaps. "You know these runes! Begin again."
I sigh. "Zi...rak...zi...gil?"
"Acceptable. And the next?"
"Father, why must I learn to read? I want to be a master metalsmith like you, not a stonecarver!"
"You are a Dwarf of Durin's line! Gimli...," eyes closed, he exhales, unclenching his fists, "every smith needs to read, write, and figure, to trade our works for coin. Do you want corrupt Men to think they can cheat you? Or — Mahal forfend! — greedy Elves?"
"Do not try my patience further! Read the next."
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