She sighs. Yeah. It was a nice thought, though.

Oh, so tempting.

Oh well. I can send you more impressions.

I'd like that.

She sends more images of the beautiful Dwarf city.

He appreciates them.

She misses him.

Dwarven cartographers do not recognize the place he sent her visuals from, at least not off her drawings of them.

Do they recognize any names?

No.

...Do they have any maps of things west of here?

Yes, the area from here to Doriath is mapped.

She bounces the names on the maps to her husband in case he recognizes them.

Doriath they've heard of. It's southeast of him.

Okay, cool. So that tells her where she is relative to them, although depending on how much they know about the area between them and Doriath the fuzziness of information might make it hard to plan a safe route.

Not much; Doriath's location is supposed to be secret.

...It is a giant forest.

Yeah but a magical one or something. A Maia is in charge of the place.

Huh, weird. It appears perfectly plainly on the Dwarven maps.

That is weird.

What can Dwarves tell her about Doriath?

Elves. Dwarves think rather poorly of Elves, and Doriath has a lot of them. The Dwarves built them their cave city. It's very pretty. The Elf parts are all Elfy because Dwarves deliver good craftsmanship even if they can't stand the recipients. It does have a Maia in charge, married to an Elf.

Oh. Huh. Why do Dwarves think poorly of Elves?

Elves hunted Dwarves for sport. 

What.