[OPEN] Lay down your sweet, weary head...

[donttelltheelf]

Characters: Gimli and YOU.
Setting: The Cafeteria.
Format: Action to start, but I'll match you!
Summary: ...nutrition bars. Really, that's all you need to know. Gimli and nutrition bars.
Warnings: None, I think? I'll add if necessary.

[The people in charge of this floor had pretty much shoved the oatmeal at him when he first arrived and... well, it was bland and not particularly exciting, but certainly not the worst he'd ever tasted. But a dwarf is not meant to live off oats and water! A dwarf needs meat! And ale!

And Gimli did not find either in this odd-looking kitchen.

If you wander into the cafeteria, you will find a slightly bemused dwarf in full battle/travel gear, axes and all, staring somewhat unconvinced at the bunch of nutrition bars he was given.]

Tis not Lembas, surely?

Comments

[donttelltheelf]

[Gimli startles before he turns and smiles at the sight of Gandalf. Never been happier to see you.]

Gandalf!

[The smile wanes a little.]

Glad to see you, even if you are bearer of bad news, good friend.

[the_white_rider]

Bad news are commonplace in this tower, my friend.

[ Yep, not enough cheer with Gandalf. ]

Your arrival is one of the rare good news I've had lately, and you will be most important in the coming quests.

[donttelltheelf]

My axe is yours, Gandalf, you know this.

[the_white_rider]

It's welcome.

And even more than your axe, Gimli. The fate of Middle-Earth and all other universe lay on our shoulders.

[donttelltheelf]

Stakes in battle do make it a habit to escalate, don't they.

[A bit dryly.]

Else we might grow bored, I suppose.