It is told that in their beginning the Dwarves were made by Aulë in the darkness of Middle-earth; for so greatly did Aulë desire the coming of the Children, to have learners to whom he could teach his lore and his crafts, that he was unwilling to await the fulfilment of the designs of Ilúvatar. And Aulë made the Dwarves even as they still are, because the forms of the Children who were to come were unclear to his mind, and because the power of Melkor was yet over the Earth; and he wished therefore that they should be strong and unyielding. But fearing that the other Valar might blame his work, he wrought in secret: and he made first the Seven Fathers of the Dwarves in a hall under the mountains in Middle-earth.

He knew, that it is forbidden, he did not forget, but more unbearable became the burning desire to create life: not maiar, not his tools, not his continuation - others than he is, those whose thoughts will be new, do not have their source in him, Aulё. Children. Not about Defector were his thoughts, as he begun creation: he created new beings in his own image, like his maiar: broad-shouldered, strong, stocky, as if created for the hot work at the forge ...
    Aulehini. Yes, they will be called: Children of Aulё. Smith said it out loud, as if trying to taste the word - Aulehini ... - silent and smiling in a strange confusion. It was a revelation, a new, unfamiliar feeling: he was proud of them more that any of his creation, he admired them, and it was not a humble admiration of the greatness of the Creator's plan - he loved them, and it was the other love - because child loveth differently than the thing made by artisan.
    One by one they opened their eyes - dark, like the eyes of their creator, rose, in amazement looking at sparkling precious crystals of high dome of the cave, like at the starry sky. And the one that awoke first, stopping finally look at the Smith, slowly, awkwardly smiled, as if he wanted to ask something.
    - I ... - Aulё uttered in the language, which he created for them, the language of stone and mountains, caves and underground rivers, - I Mahal. I created you.
    His face was flushed, he had not even noticed that what he said - a blasphemy, because this symbol and image - the Creator - formerly meant only Ilúvatar.
    - Mahal - New one repeated and smiled again. Jabbed his finger into a wide - just pump up the bellows! - chest, then gestured around other awakened: in his eyes to read the question.
    - Khazad - nodded Aulё; Smith's eyes shone warm golden light, suddenly he laughed, no longer able to keep to himself such great untold happiness. - You - people of undermountain, rulers of stone and metal, Khazad. Do you understand me?
    - Khazad - New one repeated and nodded, too - memorizing.
    Creator spread his arms, threw back his face to the glowing arches - he all was filled with happiness - golden glow and sonorous brass, he wanted to laugh, he wanted to fly, throwing open the wings, like ...