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AS THE CONVOY of Edoras' citizens continued their journey across the plains, I couldn't help but marvel at the resilience of the people around me. Despite the looming threat of war and the uncertainty of their future, there was a surprising air of fellowship and determination amongst them.
Gimli, perched proudly atop his horse, regaled us with tales of dwarf folklore, his booming voice carrying across the open plain. "It's true you don't see many dwarf women," he declared with a hearty laugh, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And in fact, they're so alike in voice and appearance that they're often mistaken for dwarf men."
Eowyn, holding the reins of Gimli's horse, couldn't help but join in the merriment, her laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of the wind. She glanced back at Aragorn, who rode a short distance behind, a playful twinkle in her eye.
Aragorn, catching her gaze, leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's the beards," he added with a mischievous grin, gesturing toward his own scruffy chin.
Eowyn stifled a laugh, shooting him a playful glare before turning her attention back to Gimli, who continued his tale with gusto.
"And this has given rise to the belief that there are no dwarf women," Gimli continued, his voice filled with mock indignation, "and that dwarves just spring out of holes in the ground! Which is, of course, ridiculous..."
"Huh, and here I thought they really simply just sprouted from the ground. Could've fooled me," I quipped, flashing Gimli a teasing grin, as I sat on my own horse.
Gimli chuckled, shaking his head at my jest, but his laughter was infectious, spreading to the others in our group as we rode on.
But before Gimli could continue with his jest, his horse suddenly bolted forward, catching Eowyn off guard. With a yelp, she lost her grip on the reins, watching helplessly as the horse galloped away into the distance.
As Gimli's horse charged forward, I couldn't stifle a laugh at the sight of the dwarf tumbling to the ground. "Looks like someone needs a bit more practice in the saddle," I joked.
Gimli, now sprawled on the ground, tried to save face amidst the laughter of his companions. "Alright! Alright, nobody panic," he declared, attempting to brush off the embarrassment. "It was deliberate, it was deliberate."
I rolled my eyes at his transparent attempt to save face, but the laughter continued unabated, echoing across the open plain.
As Eowyn helped Gimli to his feet, brushing the dirt and grass from his clothes with gentle hands, I couldn't help but admire her grace and kindness. Despite everything, she remained a beacon of light in the darkness, her laughter a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still room for joy.
