28. The Making of Things
Today's Challenge (Day 14): Write a story or create a piece of art centred on freedom of religion (or lack thereof), heresy, and/or religious rites.
Once the house was finished, Gimli built the forge. Now he steps inside, shuts the door. Not even Legolas will witness this.
Slowly, precisely, he lays each tool in its prescribed place; hammer, stake, fuller, swage. As he works, he chants in ancient tongue words handed down from his longfathers.
It is complete; he steps back, bowing low before the workbench and then the anvil. And then...
He feels, rather than sees, the presence; hears the voice only in his head, though he knows it speaks Khuzdul. His Maker calls him by his true, his secret name; Welcome, my son.
"The making of things is in my heart from my own making by thee": Aulë to Ilúvatar on why he created the Dwarves, Of Aulë and Yavanna, The Silmarillion.
"Their own secret and 'inner' names, their true names, the Dwarves have never revealed to anyone of alien race. Not even on their tombs do they inscribe them." - LoTR Appendix F.
(And in case I am suspected of being a secret blacksmith on the side, the tool names all come from here...)