This takes place at the Battle of the Black Gate


Gimli

They were outnumbered, any fool could see that. They didn't stand a chance against the mass of dark forces surrounding them. There was no hope of victory; no hope. Hope had vanished when the halfling's mithril shirt had been produced, its brilliant shine unsullied by the evil hands that held it. No, there was no hope that Gimli son of Glóin could survive this battle. It would be his last, and the whole of Middle-earth would suffer for it.

Legolas turned to him. A smile still played on his face, even in the face of such hopelessness and despair. An elf of all things, he was to die beside today.

"What about side by side with a friend?"

Gimli felt himself smile. Aye, maybe he'd die; but he'd die fighting and with a friend beside him. Nothing more could he wish for, if indeed he was to join his forefathers at last.


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