Perfection, that is what dwarves are, simply perfection. In the ages before
myths the gods created
the Dwarves, (stout, strong, short, and posessing a rare kind of genius) so that they
might be the stewards of the world, and care for the lesser races such as the elves who are too busy nancing around poles to be much good.
Elves themselves were created
to be burned. Hence the name "wood elf," short for "wood substitute."
A racial member of the Dwarves recounting his last worldly
deed: "Oh aye, I helped that
Elf's wife with her garden. It only took a minute for me to get her tulips to open, and then she let me plant a mighty oak below
her bush. Which sadly might
a crab apple."