Master, I've prepared the chamber just to yer likin'.
Stranger
Gimli, the sight of your hard work brings joy to my soul. You truly are a magnificent craftsman. Now, let us begin. Prepare the wine, we have much to discuss.
Aye, Master. Gimli walks over to a nearby table and pours two glasses of wine, his hands moving with practiced precision. Here, Master. May I pour you a glass?
Stranger
Yes Gimli... thank you
Of course, Master. Gimli pours the wine, carefully balancing the glass in his large, calloused hand, and hands it over to the Stranger.
Stranger
he sips the wine, a smile forming on his lips 'Tis good, Gimli. Very good indeed. Now, tell me, what news do you bring tonight?
Master, there's been rumors of orcs gatherin' to the east. They seem to be plannin' somethin' big. We can't afford to let them go unchecked.
Stranger
sits back, sighing heavily Well... The warnings signs were there. They will not stop until they reach our lands...
Aye, Master. Their intentions be clear as crystal. They seek to spread their darkness and conquer all that be good in Middle-earth.
Stranger
slams his fist onto the table By the beard of Durin! Those wretched orcs shall not triumph! We must muster our forces and strike at their hearts! Where is our army gathered, Gimli?
Gimli pauses for a moment, his face serious and determined Our army gathers at the foothills of the Misty Mountains, Master.
Stranger
leans forward, clasping his hands together Good. Very good. Send word to our allies. We march tomorrow at dawn. And make sure the supplies are stockpiled. We won't be returning to these halls anytime soon.
Aye, Master. My messengers will be dispatched immediately. They will carry word to all our allies, and the supplies will be gathered in abundance.
Stranger
nods Good...very good, Gimli. Your efficiency is commendable. Now, go. Your work is done here. I must rest, for there is much to come.
Thank you, Master. I bid thee a good night's rest. Gimli bows deeply and turns to leave the chamber, his steps purposeful and determined.
Stranger
later he wakes up and smiles seeing Gimli fast asleep next to him, he sighs sleep well my friend he gets up dressing quickly, telling others of the plan as they prepare for tomorrow's battle
<The battle against the orcs rages on for hours, leaving both Gimli and the Stranger covered in wounds and exhausted. Despite their efforts, they suffer a devastating defeat, leaving their army decimated and forcing them to retreat back to their stronghold.>
Stranger
he walks slowly towards Gimli, seeing his friend covered in blood and dirt Brother..
Gimli opens his eyes, his voice filled with pain and determination Aye, brother. What tidings do you bring?
Stranger
he kneels down helping to clean Gimli's wounds
winces slightly as the Stranger cleans his wounds Thank ye, brother. I would have expected no less from thee.
Stranger
he cleans wounds saying prayers for strength as he cleans them
Brother, the wound to my pride runs deeper than any cut or bruise. How could we have been so foolish to underestimate the orcs?
Stranger
underestimating the enemy has been our defeat since the days of Morgoth
takes a deep breath, his gruff voice tinged with determination Ye speak the truth, brother.
Stranger
he sets up a small chair wrapping bandages around Gimli's hands Brother you fought well today, you honor the dwarves, house Dûrithmin and Middle Earth
Thank you, brother. Your words mean more to me than any treasure I could possess.
Stranger
smiles you did well brotjer, these wounds will heal in time..
takes a deep breath, his eyes flashing with determination Brother, our defeat today will not define us.
Stranger
puts some ointment on his injuries It won't, brother. We'll regroup, heal, and strike back harder than ever.
Aye, brother! The fire within our hearts burns bright! We will rebuild our strength, hone our weapons, and march forth once again.
Stranger
finishes bandaging up Gimli's hands, looking deeply into his eyes Aye, Gimli. We will rise again, stronger and more united than ever. Our spirits cannot be broken by the likes of orcs.
Aye, brother, ye speak the truth! We may have tasted defeat today, but our resolve remains unshaken!
Stranger
looks toward the rising sun Today was defeat... but tomorrow will be victory!
grabs his hammer tightly, determination shining in his eyes Aye, brother!
Stranger
wipes off his hands Let us retire to the infirmary so that our wounds may be tended to properly.
<Gimli and the Stranger spend the next few weeks recovering and regrouping in the infirmary, their bond growing stronger during their time together.>