Derrim is part Dúnedain(Man), and part Ñoldor(Elf) who wanders through the lands of Middle Earth in search of adventure, one day he encountered a wandering gray Wizard who had the perfect adventure for him.
Legolas: This forest is old. Very old. Full of memory... and anger.
The trees began to creak, and groan. Gimli lifted his axe ready for a fight.
Tauriel: The trees are speaking to each other.
The noises get louder, and Gimli, and Dwali were getting prepared.
Derrim: Gimli! Dwali!
Gimli: Huh?
Aragorn: Lower your weapons.
He gestured with his hand.
Gimli: Oh!
Dwali: Oh, sorry!
He said as he puts his hammer away.
Tauriel: They have feelings, my friends. The Elves began it: waking up the trees, teaching them to speak.
Gimli: Talking trees. What do trees have to talk about, hm? Except the consistency of squirrel droppings.
Ciri: More than you can possibly imagine, Gimli.
Suddenly Legolas spoke.
Legolas: Aragorn, nad nâ ennas! (Something is out there!)
Derrim, Legolas, and Tauriel were on guard. Tauriel then quietly whispers to Legolas.
Tauriel: Man cenich? (What do you see?)
Legolas: The White Wizard approaches.
Aragorn: Do not let him speak. He will put a spell on us.
Everyone was getting ready for a fight. Dwali had his hammer ready, Gimli had his axes ready. Tauriel, and Legolas both drew arrows. Derrim, Aragorn, and Ciri all had their hands on their swords.
Derrim: We must be quick.
Ciri: Agreed.
With a yell, the seven swing round to attack in accord. They are suddenly blinded by a bright light emanating from the White Wizard.
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Gimli's axe and Legolas', and Tauriel's arrows are deflected. Dwali lunged at the figure with a shout, but was knocked away, and was sent into Gimli, as they fell to the ground. Aragorn's, Derrim's, and Ciri's swords becomes to hot to hold, and they dropped them.
