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Legolas
Chink. Chink. Chink.
It hammered so softly in Legolas' eardrums that at first he thought he could ignore it. But as each second passed, the soft tinkering seemed to grow louder. And louder. And louder.
He cracked open an eyelid and peered at his friend. Gimli sat contentedly by his head, smoking from his pipe and deep in thought. He was content here in the caves of Helm's Deep, where he and his fellow Dwarves toiled to work the gems free from the walls. This was only a part of the cave. The rest of the Dwarves toiled deeper to make a city for the Dwarves to live.
Chink. Chink. Chink.
It was useless. Finally, Legolas heaved a heavy sigh and sat up.
"Tell me, Master Dwarf," Legolas said in a measured, exaggerated tone. "How do you sleep with this incessant noise?"