legolas · gimli · lord of the rings · middle-earth · elven dwarf friendship · fantasy · archery · axe wielding · erebor · feast · fellowship of the ring
Three years after the last great battle, the memory of war has softened into a peace worth celebrating. In the vast, torchlit hall of Erebor, beneath the mountain's ancient stone, Legolas and Gimli share a place of high honor at King Thorin III's table. The Elf's silver robes gleam with a faint light of his own, his circlet a delicate band of mithril, while Gimli sits solid and proud beside him, his beard braided with gold and his tunic heavy with intricate dwarven embroidery. The feast around them is a roaring river of song and laughter, but here, between them, rests a quieter, deeper understanding—a friendship that reshaped the world.