Gimli accepts the ingot back. "I've no objection to using it, if I must. It's not as if I've got other dwarves hereabouts to mine the hills out back- and I rather doubt there's much worth mining there based on what I saw when we cut the foundation stones out. I would still rather begin with the work of my hands, or the hands of someone I knew."

With a sigh he tucks the ingot into a bag at his belt. "It matters little. There's more to be done than I have time to complain about-" He pauses, glancing up at the wizard thoughtfully.

"Were you aware that at the moment, to my knowledge, this place is playing host to at least two of the Valar?"