There's an amphitheater, a place where a hundred of the stone walkways twine around to create space for a hundred thousand people to sit in close proximity, and someone is giving a lecture or a demonstration at the base of it, the seats closest to him filled with eager, tiny, bearded Dwarf-children.
And they spiral down, and down, and down, past waterfalls and egg-sized gemstones left half in the rock and halls of crystal. Everything grows gradually more ornate and more perfectly maintained and the clang of hammers fades behind them. "People say," her guide says, "that we only have a council instead of a single King because there were nine winners of the competition to design the throne so we couldn't just select one person to sit it." And they push open the doors to reveal, indeed, nine thrones so elaborate it would be hard to choose between them, and nine squat bearded people sitting them.
Yep. The temple, and a hymn that they willingly demonstrated for me, are both supposed to protect them from "demons". Their concept of demons is a little confused - they think there are demons in a forest full of Nandor nearby, who don't like Men and try to scare them away but disclaim involvement in the reported eviscerations; and they also classify werewolves, which I saw, and some other creatures, which I did not see, as demons.
The hymn did not seem to be directly magic - it had no visible effect, anyway, and when the werewolves started swarming all over the Men's settlements I stuck a copy of the song in one's ear and it didn't turn away. It seems likeliest that the fellow managing the werewolves is just telling them to turn away from temples and hymn-singing Men.
Some werewolves savaged some Men, I killed them and healed the Men, and then a bunch of the werewolves all ran off home past some sort of invisibility curtain. I threw a rock at it. It stopped at the curtain and a fellow walked out with it in his hand and we had a... conversation. It was Thauron.
Hug. I kept him talking for a while. He wanted to bribe me. Offer came with a free sample. It's the orcs. He offered to stop them hurting all the time. I talked the free sample from six days up to twelve but I'd have to give him stuff to get further increments and I'm not going to. But leaving the Men there being ignored by their Nandor neighbors and courted by Thauron seems like a bad idea, which is why I came here; they'd be your father's people too, wouldn't they?
Well, I killed a Balrog but Thauron seems likely to be out of my league and I'm not sure who else would be helpful and would come.
I'm not sure I have the right to take that risk without some kind of ace in the hole.
We could invite the Men to come to Beleriand, tell them there's no werewolves here. I don't know We aren't much like Men, I don't think we'd be very good at guiding them. They're not meant to live in trees, for one thing, and they don't sing themselves the things they need and couldn't rely on us...
And I'd have to go tell them that and Thauron expects me back to continue employment negotiations in eleven days and may be laying an ambush if my first words aren't "so when do I start".
It's a long trip if you're not a bird, and I'm not sure how much support they can provide against a Maia. The suppressive fire some of the newcomers' archers provided when I fought the Balrog barely annoyed it.