A Large Bold Hand

As he finished his letter, Elrohir became aware of someone hovering by his elbow.   He glanced down at the diminutive figure, groping for a name.

“Ori?”

“At your service!” the Dwarf responded.  “Your lord father said I could browse among your archives of Dwarvish history …”  He broke off.  “That’s beautiful,”  he added.

“Beautiful?”

“Your writing.”

Elrohir had never regarded his handwriting as particularly beautiful – indeed, Erestor had often likened it to a spider’s crawl.  “The Elvish script, you mean?”

Ori nodded.  “The way it flows – like rippling water.”

Elrohir smiled.  “Would you like to learn how to write it?”

Author’s Notes:  ‘[Ori] could write well and speedily, and often used the Elvish characters’ – Gimli, in ‘The Bridge Of Khazad-Dûm’.    I’ve often wondered how he came to know Elvish writing!   Probably the oddest pairing I've ever written, too :>)