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The Shire Olympics
It was the Shire's turn to host the Olympic Games. The people of the Shire were prepared to dedicate a statue to Gimli son of Gloin if he could get a Gold medal in athletics. The Shire folk laughed at the idea of Gimli winning any event. Gimli, a small fat dwarf trained for months with Aragorn and Legolas. Because of height restrictions Aragorn and Legolas could not enter the Olympics as they were too tall. You had to be shorter than 5 feet tall to enter. Although he had done a lot of running with the fellowship he was still not that fast or fit. Gimli did not like the Shire folk laughing at him so he trained in the woods. He was determined to prove them wrong. For 5 months he, Legolas and Aragorn trained even in darkness, he was slowly progressing.
"The day approaches, Gimli my lad, we elves will be proud even if you fail" Legolas assured Gimli who was worried about becoming the laughing stock of the Shire.
"You sure you know how to fence?" Aragorn handed Gimli a fencing sword. "Of course I do," Gimli snapped and took hold of the sword and accidentally bent the thin metal, "Aragorn my sword's broken shall I use my axe?"
"You'll have to, that was my last sword" Gimli had already broken 10 fencing swords and they weren't going to get any more now it was too late the day was approaching.
The following day Gimli, Aragorn and Legolas went for a gentle jog to warm up. "The training has ended, the games have already begun." Aragorn whispered to Gimli as they entered the Olympics arena.
"First today we will have the 100 metre sprint" A voice boomed from a microphone system, "Please welcome the runners all the way from Bag End we have Fro...do Bag...gins, and from Frodo's garden we have Sam...wise...Gam...geeeeeeeeee" The voice introduced, "Of course he's going to be last but not least Gimli the dwarf." There was little cheer from the audience except from Aragorn, Legolas, Merry and Pippin. A faint cheer was coming from the newsreaders' box in the corner of the stadium. "AND THEY'RE OFF!!" The commentator began.
"Frodo Baggins sets off to a great start beating Sam by 2 metres. Gimli is falling behind. Frodo Baggins, 20 metres to go, he has his hands in the air, he knows he's done it, the crowd knows he's done it. The lack of Frodo's arms are slowing him down and out of nowhere Gimli comes racing past on the inside and here he comes across the finish now just in front of Frodo. A loud murmur from the audience as they realise they have lost lots of silver by not betting on Gimli. But with the sounds of it one of the newsreaders and four of the audience have won lots of silver on the little chap and Gimli was 50/1 on odds of winning." The commentator stopped. The new reporters crowded around Gimli asking questions but he only answered to one, Legaramir, an elf from the woods of Lorien.
"So Gimli what can say about your victory" Legaramir asked
"We dwarves are natural sprinters" He replied and walked away to the changing rooms getting ready for the fencing.
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The Shire Olympics
It was the Shire's turn to host the Olympic Games. The people of the Shire were prepared to dedicate a statue to Gimli son of Gloin if he could get a Gold medal in athletics. The Shire folk laughed at the idea of Gimli winning any event. Gimli, a small fat dwarf trained for months with Aragorn and Legolas. Because of height restrictions Aragorn and Legolas could not enter the Olympics as they were too tall. You had to be shorter than 5 feet tall to enter. Although he had done a lot of running with the fellowship he was still not that fast or fit. Gimli did not like the Shire folk laughing at him so he trained in the woods. He was determined to prove them wrong. For 5 months he, Legolas and Aragorn trained even in darkness, he was slowly progressing.
"The day approaches, Gimli my lad, we elves will be proud even if you fail" Legolas assured Gimli who was worried about becoming the laughing stock of the Shire.
"You sure you know how to fence?" Aragorn handed Gimli a fencing sword. "Of course I do," Gimli snapped and took hold of the sword and accidentally bent the thin metal, "Aragorn my sword's broken shall I use my axe?"
"You'll have to, that was my last sword" Gimli had already broken 10 fencing swords and they weren't going to get any more now it was too late the day was approaching.
The following day Gimli, Aragorn and Legolas went for a gentle jog to warm up. "The training has ended, the games have already begun." Aragorn whispered to Gimli as they entered the Olympics arena.
"First today we will have the 100 metre sprint" A voice boomed from a microphone system, "Please welcome the runners all the way from Bag End we have Fro...do Bag...gins, and from Frodo's garden we have Sam...wise...Gam...geeeeeeeeee" The voice introduced, "Of course he's going to be last but not least Gimli the dwarf." There was little cheer from the audience except from Aragorn, Legolas, Merry and Pippin. A faint cheer was coming from the newsreaders' box in the corner of the stadium. "AND THEY'RE OFF!!" The commentator began.
"Frodo Baggins sets off to a great start beating Sam by 2 metres. Gimli is falling behind. Frodo Baggins, 20 metres to go, he has his hands in the air, he knows he's done it, the crowd knows he's done it. The lack of Frodo's arms are slowing him down and out of nowhere Gimli comes racing past on the inside and here he comes across the finish now just in front of Frodo. A loud murmur from the audience as they realise they have lost lots of silver by not betting on Gimli. But with the sounds of it one of the newsreaders and four of the audience have won lots of silver on the little chap and Gimli was 50/1 on odds of winning." The commentator stopped. The new reporters crowded around Gimli asking questions but he only answered to one, Legaramir, an elf from the woods of Lorien.
"So Gimli what can say about your victory" Legaramir asked
"We dwarves are natural sprinters" He replied and walked away to the changing rooms getting ready for the fencing.
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