“Father? This is Gimli.”
In the silence that follows, I ponder our friendship. A
friendship that transcends the ancient enmities between our peoples, a
friendship that perplexes many.
Perhaps the first seeds were sown long ago, at Erebor. I learned
then that your folk were not the cowardly Naugrim of legend, but stout and
valiant warriors. On the Quest I came to know more of you; and with
knowledge came acceptance. With acceptance came friendship,
growing to the sort of friendship I have been blessed with before, but
never thought to find again.
He smiles, and bows. “Welcome, Gimli Elvellon.”