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Post by LegolasLover on Jan 8, 2008 15:54:49 GMT -5
Legolas--
Finally I caught sight of someone I knew. Aragorn and Gandalf were standing under a small cluster of trees, and Gimli was with them--drunk, by the look of him. Typical Dwarf. He was staggering around unsteadily, swinging his arms and occassionally uttering a slurred sound that was probably supposed to be words, but landed somewhere between singing, shouting, and belching. I approached the group and greeted Aragorn and Gandalf. "What happened to him?" I asked, indicating Gimli, who was still oblivious to my presence. "We stopped at the Green Dragon, and...he went a little overboard with the ale and pipeweed," Aragorn answered, looking half-annoyed and half-embarrassed. "Obviously," I answered, eyeing Gimli. "Leggy!" he bellowed, finally realizing. He stumbled forward to hug me, but I stepped lightly out of the way, and instead he caught Gandalf. "Control yourself, Master Dwarf!" Gandalf snapped angrily, pushing him away. Gimli fell over backwards, and Aragorn and I rolled our eyes.
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