CHAPTER ONE

GIMLI

Gimli sat on a rock and waited for the fellowship. He took out his comb and began to groom his beard. He looked down into a puddle. As he watched the water ripple slightly in the breeze, his reflection changed. His beard was blond rather than ginger, a similar length and messier, his eyes were smaller and had more of a scared look in them, there was a gag in his mouth, he was overall smaller and less tubby and he wore green instead of maroon. Another thing that happened was that the puddle got larger and he was being held, rather aggressively, by two humans with metal helmets. He was no longer watching another dwarf in a puddle; he was being thrown out of a boat, into the sea. Also, the reflection was not of him being thrown over board, it was the other Dwarf sitting in the position in which he had been sitting just a moment away.

"THE BEARD! DON'T TOUCH THE BEARD!" Gimli's yells were muffled by the tape.

"Hey!" Came the distant shout of a young girl, "Drop Him!"

"DROP HIM?" This time, Gimli's shouts couldn't be heard properly as the girl shot two arrows, one hit the man holing Gimli and he was dropped into the sea.

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