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[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Here we have a dwarf, his labours finished for the day, his meal done with, and his beer before him. Alas, there were holes in his socks this morning. He is taking steps to compensate for that. While the primary crafts of the Dwarves are those of stone and metal, they have long been practical folk who cultivate other talents as well at need.

This is a long way of saying that Gimli is currently knitting a sock of eye-swimmingly intricate black, grey, and white wool on four extremely slender needles, the fifth flicking in and out as he works with dizzying speed.

We might note that he's also wearing his axe.

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[underdarkangel.livejournal.com]

"you speak as if you have left that world for good, are you bound here then?"

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli nods. "I lived two hundred and sixty years of the Sun on the Hither Shores, where mortal Men and Dwarves and Halflings yet dwell," he says. "And when the time came that my friend Legolas, of the woodland Elves, felt the call of the Sea and sailed west into the Undying Lands, it was granted me that I might go with him, and see what none of my people might. I reached the end of my mortal days there, but seem to have arrived in this place instead of those halls my people are supposed to attain after death."

[underdarkangel.livejournal.com]

Drizzt stares

"So you are...Dead?"

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli inclines his head. "Afraid so, lad," he says. "I'll go to the Halls when the time comes, but since my people are set to learning greater lore and craft until the time of the remaking of the world, I see no reason why I shouldn't learn it here, until that day."

[underdarkangel.livejournal.com]

Has never met a dead person...well there was that one time.

"Forgive me sir I did not know that the dead could gather here."

Has a look of hope on his face as he looks around the bar as if expecting to see someone he recognizes.

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough," Gimli says. "Aye, it happens. There are others here who have passed from their worlds forever, though you wouldn't know it to look at them."

[underdarkangel.livejournal.com]

Drizzt rises from the table and Guenhwyvar stands beside him.

"Forgive my haste in leaving Gimli son of Gloin but there is something I must look into on my world."

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli nods. "But of course," he says. "Farewell, Master Drizzt. I expect I'll see you again."

[underdarkangel.livejournal.com]

"I truly hope so."

Drizzt salutes the dwarf and then sprints away with Guenhwyvar at his heels