‘Elvellon’

“Father?  This is Gimli.”

In the silence that follows, I ponder our friendship.  A friendship that transcends the ancient enmities between our peoples, a friendship that perplexes many.

Perhaps the first seeds were sown long ago, at Erebor.  I learned then that your folk were not the cowardly Naugrim of legend, but stout and valiant warriors. On the Quest I came to know more of you; and with knowledge came acceptance.  With acceptance came friendship, growing to the sort of friendship I have been blessed with before, but never thought to find again.

He smiles, and bows.  “Welcome, Gimli Elvellon.”