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 :>)