Gimli, Son of Glóin

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The Ever-Changing Attitude of Dwarves to Aerial Combat

Foully Seized by the Hands of a Pointy-Eared Elvish Princeling

A Night of Revels in the Hallowed Halls of Dain's Mountain Realm

The Size of Your Beastly Foe Does Not Grant It Plurality!

Reflecting Upon the Swathes of Orcs I Have Slain

A Pledge of Brotherhood and Fellowship in Darkened Times

Once More, Jubilations Shall Ring Through the Halls of Durin's Folk

My Body Is Ill-Suited for This Pursuit Across the Plains of the Horselords

Victory Upon the Field of Pelennor Is Mine; Surely No Foe Now Dares Approach the White Gates of Men

These Accursed Garments Refuse to Accommodate the Mighty Strength of My Dwarven Form