Yeah, that's why Dwarves don't like them. 

That makes perfect sense.

The Dwarves' part, anyway, she's still shocked that the Elves would do that.

Elves read each others' thoughts, and Dwarves can't do that, so they thought Dwarves didn't have thoughts.

Ouch. That's terrible.

Yep. Elves: terrible.

She bounces all this to her husband.

What the fuck.

That was my reaction!

There are locals, lots of them have joined us, but they really don't seem the type -

I'm trying to figure out whether and if so how to explain that the Noldor are different.

Probably something that's better to prove than insist on.

Well, the idea was to include anecdotal evidence...

There isn't really any. It's not like we've met any Dwarves.

Yeah. Ugh.

Yeah.

So far it sounds like the thing to do is get to Doriath using Dwarven maps and figure out how to get home from there, but...

Doriath apparently sucks?

That, yeah.

Plus if it's supposed to be hidden they might not be thrilled to see us.

Well, can you go around it?

She consults the map.

Yes, obviously it is possible to go around Doriath.

Well, yes, but does this involve running into any dangerous things?

The cartographers don't know. Everywhere is full of scary things.

...

She relays this.

Ugh. Maybe I can convince Cáno to authorize a Dwarf-finding expedition.