( POV Dwalin Steel-Shaper )
I sat upon Borgurath, the old goat still as strong as ever. The war drums sounded throughout the Qohori planes. Beside me was the Pale Khal, we had become fast friends after the battle a few days ago, our love of battle and mead bonding us. But what he has asked me, it's going to far!
"You insult me Pale one." I said to the man across from me
"Well can you?" He asked again
"Can I! Of course I can! But I won't." I said angrily
"And why not?" The Pale Khal asked confused
"I'll not sully myself to work on sub-par steel." I replied
"Sub-par? Your calling Valyrian steel sub-par?" He said from upon his stallion, Shadow
"Compared to good Qohori mithril, aye it's a pile of shite!" I said to the great warrior from atop my own steed.
"But are you able to work the metal, or is the title Steel-Shaper a false one." He said challengingly.
"Watch yourself White Wolf! Your fine taste in mead won't stop me from caving in your chest." I responded while raising my hammer threateningly towards him
"Hahaha" we both erupted into chuckles
"Fine! I'll work your SUB-PAR steel." I said once our laughter died down.
"Do you have any of this steel on you? For quality inspection, to know what I'm working with." I asked the young man
"Aye here." He said in response before tossing over a scrap piece of metal to me. I raised it to my eye and inspected it, I was shocked by what I found. This was no Valyrian Steel. This was Mithril. Pure untarnished Mithril.
"Jon, were did you find this?" I asked confused where he would have found any of this precious metal
"In a tomb, a dragon lord tomb." He responded sounding confused by my question
"And you have more?" I continued
"Yes a whole set of armour, and a giant sword." He said shocking me further
"Why what's wrong?" He asked me
"This is no Valyrian steel, this is Mithril." I said to his amazement
"Mithril, harder than dragon scales and the only metal that can pierce the scales of a fully grown dragon." The young man said reverently.
"Aye, most of the Mithril was sealed in Kazad-dûm with Durin the Defiant and the the great dragon Smaug." I said
"And why can't you make more?" He asked
"More! If it was that easy the Mithril legion would rule from Pentos to Qarth. No to make Mithril you need the Forge of Moria, deep in Kazad-dûm." I explained
"And if the gate of Kazad-dûm where to be opened?" He asked
"It can't be done, they tried for three thousand years." I responded sadly
"You sure?" He said before putting his hand out to his side causing a rock to fly into his open hand.
"The earth itself bends to my will." He said with an annoying and smug look on his face before he crushed the rock
"I'm still not used to those powers of yours." I said and I was about to continue before we were interrupted.
"Husband my Brother calls." Came an familiar voice
I turned to see Merida, my wife and the sister of my Prince. Her red hair cascaded down her back like liquid fire and her low cut dress accented her ample bust. Beside her was Qoni the Khaleesi of my friend, she was a beautiful woman and she looked graceful atop her silver mare, as all Dothraki did. She turned to Jon before speaking to him.
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(Game of Thrones) The Pale Khal
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