Gimli readied his ax, prepared to smite the next Hobbit who asked him another stupid question. Why Gandalf deemed the stupid object as non-magical and safe, was beyond him. If Gandalf had just lied and said it was dangerous, they would have been rid of it and perhaps already to Mordor.

"Gimli," a voiced hissed, snapping him out of his thoughts. It was Aragorn. "Gimli, we are in no danger."

"Define danger," he grunted. "And who."

Aragorn nodded understandingly. "Well, killing them will be of no help."

"In who's book?"

"So, Gimli, tell us how long it took to grow that beard." Merry appeared, holding the camcorder in such a way only Gimli's beard was in the shot.

"No," he growled.

"Did it take most of your life?"

That was the last straw. Gimli roared and ran after Merry, and Pippin: treeing them. Merry smiled and kept Gimli in the shot. "Show us more anger, Gimli!"

"Come down here you, young rascals, and I'll show you more anger!"

"Gimli, please. Calm yourself." Aragorn pleaded. He took hold of Gimli's arm, but only succeeded in nearly getting his arm lopped off.

"If you won't come down," he shouted toward the tree. "Then I'll come up!"

With his first attempt, he made a running start and ran a few feet up the tree, but his foot slipped causing him to fall and face plant on the ground. Pippin was laughing so hard he almost fell. Thus, Gimli decided to try again.

With this attempt, he charged, jumped, and slammed his ax lengthways in the truck. Failure. It took Boromir and Aragorn both to dislodge it. Gimli paced for a while before resolving to just cutting it down.

He was about halfway through when an arm wrapped around Frodo's shoulders. He jumped and standing there was Merry. "What- how?" he looked between Merry and the tree.

"Do you think we should tell him we're down already?" Merry grinned.


Poor Gimli. *evil laugh* Will he get revenge?