A/N:I haven't written in a bit, and I needed to reawaken my writing skills, or lack thereof. So I went to my mother, told her to pick a random movie and character, and then told her I would write a one-shot about them. Of all the people she chose, I got landed with Gimli. So yeah… these are his thoughts after they find Merry and Pippin in Isengard.
Disclaimer: Do I look like Tolkien or Peter Jackson? I certainly hope not…
Salty pork…salty pork…salty pork…
Gimlis head swam with the words while he trudged through the water that rose to his hairy chin.
To say he was angry would have been a big understatement. Better words that came to mind would be furious, outraged, or many other curses not found in the human tongue.
He, Gimli, had run across the expanse of Middle Earth looking for those hobbits with a human and an elf, no less. He had been deprived of a good meal since he had first joined the Fellowship. He had a spear thrust in his face, been insulted by a horse-master (really, having a dwarfs height wasn't that bad), and looked at(and smelled) a giant pile of rotting orcs. Not to mention the battle of Helms Deep, where he could have been beheaded by the various Uru'kai that charged his way.
All for those hobbits.
And the worst of it all? Riding many leagues to their rescue on a white horse he shared with an elf princeling, only to find them feasting and smoking whilst enjoying the beautiful afternoon.
Salty pork…salty pork…ha!
Gimli's energy was already drained as he continued to battle his way through the water.
He would find them. Yes, he would find them, and make them take him the salty pork. And if they didn't, well, they would see how much they did not want to cross a very angry, very hungry dwarf.
A/N: Well, in my opinion, this was a huge failure. But could you review and let me know how it was anyway? I need to know what to improve on, despite the fact there's not much to go on.
~Blackspade