Shyael didn't speak to her sister in days, she needed time to reconstruct herself from her current state of mind. The Valkyrie was usually quick to decide the fates of others and had always been top notch when it came to following even the harshest of rules. Many times she thought of running to Tira's quarters and apologizing but she never faltered.

Instead, she poured herself into her future and began designing Thor's gift as her new husband. For days she stayed locked in her room as she composed the most worthy instrument, something from her soul.

Finally, she had it! fit for its completion she would need the finest of blacksmiths and demanded only the finest of metals. It was time to pay a visit to the dwarfs of Nidavellir.

Shyael arrived in full armor and her crystal mask down, forever shielding her face. In her hands was a small crate covered with a cloth. From there she went on with her mission, her white wings manifested and she took flight. The dwarfs, however, were not so easily crept on. They met her before she could reach the underground halls in which they forged their glory.

When they came at her with their spears and axes pointed towards her, Shyael just smiled as she eased to the ground. Giving her wings one final beat to stir the winds around them. With her sword resting tightly on her hip, she felt no threat.

"Lay down your weapons Dwarfs. I do not come to fight."

The eldest looking one with a long white beard stepped from the armed crowd. "What business brings a shield maiden of Asgard into our realm?"

"A mission," Shyael stood proudly, "One that requires your unique skills."

"And who proposes this request?" The elder dwarf asked.

"The Future Queen of Asgard." Shyael moved with caution sitting down a crate she removed a scroll cloth from her waistband and handed it to the dwarf.

He studied the artwork and looked at her in awe. The others swarmed around the elder, all wanting a chance to peer at this paper hold such craft. Another dwarf wearing dark blue and a fur vest looked at her in almost a glare. Shyael assumed he was the leader if not the second in command.

Displeased, he snatched it away from the dwarf elder and rolled it up.

"What makes you think we would make this for you? What will you do with it? Cause destruction on the realms! Harvest our people!"

Shyael tilted her head. He had his right to be wary of her. Valkyries were not a custom of their realm and the dwarves trusted no one. She admired his courage to defy her of what she came for. The Valkyrie could tell by the look in his eyes that he was important and cared for the protection of his people. "What is your name dwarf?"

"I am Thorin Oakinshield, Son of Thaine, king under the mountain."

Recognizing she was in the presence of another royal, Shyael got on one knee and removed her crystal mask. She was no Aphrodite and didn't admire swooning men with her looks, but this may be leading to a lost cause if she faced such a hardened prince.

"The instrument I desire will not be made with evil.I want an art form made pure, for peace and protection. As future Queen of Asgard, I swore my life to protect the nine realms. To do so, I wish nothing more than the finest of all blacksmiths to take part in bringing birth to such an instrument."

"You think your bewitching good looks will move us Valkyrie?" Thorin spoke, unfazed by her beauty.

Shyael shook her head, "I removed my mask so that you may look into my eyes and see that I speak nothing but the truth."

Thorin exhaled and re-looked the piece over. Shyael waited patiently for an answer. He seemed to be the key to this project. The way the other dwarves watched him Shyael knew he was the true leader despite being in the elder's presence. If he said no, the others would follow his word.

Thorin looked at her as the other's mumbled among themselves. A glorifying grin spread across his lips.

"It shall be done." he finally said, "We shall begin immediately."

With that, Thorin walked away. Shyael was pleased with herself and was beginning to feel rather good about becoming Queen. The elder remained as she took to her feet.

Smiling he spoke, "Is there a certain metal the Lady would like used to be forged in such a glorious art form."

"Yes, I desire Uru."

All the Dwarfs exchanged glances. gasp and shocks went through the crowd.

"But Uru is a unique and sacred metal of Asgard. We do not possess such a thing."

Smiling, Shyael removed the crate to reveal its contents. "This should be all the Uru you shall require. You make keep what is not used.

The dwarfs quickly crowded and lifted the crate onto a wagon and pulled it into the mountain. Staring in all at the stones. Wasting no time the went to work in creating this form of peace.

The process went on through the long hours of the night. Shyael did not sleep but instead wandered and watched as the dwarves heated molded and worked the metal into a liquid. By the time the sun raised over green hills, her tool was finished to perfection.

Waiting by the entrance of their fortress inside the mountain, Shyael watched as the covered it gently and carried it to her. She removed the silk and took in its beauty. A bold hammer with a handle bound in leather, it's smooth texture shimmered elegantly in the sun.

Pleased with their work, Shyael bowed to the dwarf prince in the utmost respect. "You do not disappoint."

"I'm pleased to see that the Lady is satisfied," Thorin smirked.

"Very much so," Shyael smiled and removed a pouch of gold from her belt and tossed it to the dwarf.

"Take it as payment and keep whatever Uru you have left over as a gift."

"You do not want it back?" the elder spoke, curiously "But its valuable metal."

"You may keep it as long as you forge something good."

"As you wish."

That night she presented the gift to king Odin, still hiding its appearance under the red cloth. Bowing before the throne she lifted it above her for him to take. Upon lifting its veil Odin smiled more brightly than he had in years.

"My gift to the future kings of Asgard," Shyael began, "This hammer was forged in Nidavellir born of Uru. It is an instrument of blessings, consecration, and protection."

"You made a weapon of peace, but someone may want it for other things. What will ensure it stays that way?"

Shyael nodded, "An Enchantment. Only the worthy one may lift the hammer. Only the pure of heart and valor may wield it. If the hammer deems you worthy it will respond to your every desire...you will be blessed with unspeakable power."

Odin chuckled, "You speak as if this weapon could hear you as if it is a living being."

Shyael smiled "In ways, it is my lord. I see it as a living form."

Satisfied, Odin accepted her gift and decided to hold it until Thor was ready to wield its power. Before Shyael retired to Valhalla Odin stopped her once more.

"And what name should I call such a remarkable living phenomenon?"

"I shall call it, Mjolnir."

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Author's Note.

I had a lot of fun writing my own version of how Thor's iconic hammer was created and I hope you enjoyed it as well.

If you are a big Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit fan like I am you would have caught certain names mentioned from that series. I wanted to honor the dwarves of Erebor in a small crossover chapter.