Intro

[threehairs]

*he walks in, surveying his surroundings suspiciously. His hand rests on the handle of his axe, ready to draw the weapon if the situation becomes dangerous*

I am Gimli, son of Gloin. What is this place, and how did I come to be here?

Typist: I fail at Tolkien, but all the same, here's Gimli. Because axes are shiiiny!

Comments

[sweariwontdie]

*dressed elf-fashion but obviously not an elf* *blinks at the dwarf because there aren't that many adults smaller than he around here*

Bonsoir! I'm... *considers which name to use and settles on simple* Armand St. Just. We just call this the Mansion. Be welcome here... M. Gimli.

[threehairs]

*this is a curious glance, but the clothing seems a smaller concern right now. He bows politely, though not quite abandoning the axe* Thank you, sir. *noticing the blink* Are there no other dwarves here?

[sweariwontdie]

There may be, so I cannot say for certain, but I don't know any. There are some little people from Arda. Hobbits I think they're called.

[wonderfulboy]

You're awful small for a grown-up.

[hewer_of_caves]

*Let's just pretend this takes place after the Pwning of Sauron, shall we? Because I fail at patience, and I want to bring him out again*

*and this would be a big smile, because he always was fond of the Children of Aule.* Welcome, Master Dwarf! I'm beginning to think that no one can answer those questions, but I think that you will be most welcome here.

[threehairs]

*We shall, then, because Finrod is fun.*

Thank you, Master Elf. I have already met some old friends.

[hewer_of_caves]

*and he's also positively giddy about being allowed to talk to someone, poor deaded elfboy*

That is fortunate. ...This may seem to be an odd question, but from when do you come?

Mun: *poketh* Who are you?

[ich_bin_faust]

*examines him with curiosity, but not disrespect*

I bid you welcome, Herr Gimli. I am Faust.

*he pauses, and bows a little to soften the question that follows* What manner of man are you?

[threehairs]

I am not a man, but a dwarf. Have you not encountered my kind before?

[_one_white_tree]

Greetings, Gimli, son of Gloin.

*bows and then smiles* I'm Elendil, son of Amandil.

[threehairs]

*bows back, just a little weirded out* I had heard that people from many different times come together here, though in truth I had not quite believed it. I come from a time far after yours.

[_one_white_tree]

Ah, when are you from then? *smiles because he's just as happy to meet newer 'young' people as any other*