As It Should Be

A small voice sounded.
Mahal, help me.
Mahal opened his eyes and was furious. His people, enslaved to a stranger?
In a wink of an eye, the offending author stood before him.
“How dare you force the world to do your bidding? Who are you?”
“I’m a fanfiction writer,” said the author. “And you should be thankful. Because of me, people read about dwarves! But I get it, you can’t understand. Have you ever written anything?”
Mahal decided he heard enough.
He clasped his hands…
The author disappeared...
Dís woke up from a nightmare, She was home. In Ered Luin.