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There is quiet, for a time, when Gimli is away at Mount Etna studying smithcraft with Hephaestos.

This is not one of those times. Right now there is quite a lot of loose stone flying about, although this is all outside the bar and quite a ways off from the immediate area of the lake. Which is good, really.

Still, that's hungry work, so Gimli is putting in an appearance at the Bar proper to get some real breakfast before he does any further quarrywork.

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[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli smiles just a touch. "True enough. My kinsman Thorin was a traveling smith for long years, before he and my father and the rest of their companions moved to reclaim Erebor from the dragon. And I've traveled a fair amount myself in the interests of getting things done."

[someonesdog]

"But you always went home?"

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli thinks for a bit. "Long enough to gather a goodly number of my folk and strike out for new lands in mountains where no dwarf had walked in Ages," he says at last. "Erebor had its charms, aye, but it wasn't the same in the end."

[someonesdog]

"Oh well, that's different," Angua says. "You founded an entirely new settlement?"

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

"That I did," says Gimli with a smile. "Held it as long as I lived in Middle-earth, too. I gave the axe my father'd given me to my kinsman's son, in the end, and sailed West over the Sea with the first Elf any dwarf'd called 'friend' in thousands of years- but that was my realm, until the time came to go."