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Fishing in Middle-earth
Word Count: 189
Ooh, Gimli had this! He had a fish! And the fish was a trout! "Ha ha ha! Yes! That'll show this elf!" Gimli had just returned from his trip to the Lonely Mountain, where he met up with Legolas.
Their rivalry couldn't have started more sooner, for the elvish princeling was a sordid loser.
"Oh, you wish, dwarf! I'm much better than you," Legolas said, coyly. He stuck his head up, proudly.
Gimli chuckled, delighting in this win. "You wish, elvish princeling! I am much smarter than you, when it comes to fishing."
"Oh really, dwarf! Watch this!" Legolas said, managing to catch a carp.
Gimli shook his head. "You'll always best me. I hate to say, but I'm better than you at fishing." He winked at the readers.
Legolas laughed. "I am smarter than you. Watch this!" He tugged at his fishing pole, managing to pull up a catfish.
Gimli nodded. "Impressive. Watch this!" He pulled out a perch. It was a ten-footer. Or maybe he was imagining it was a ten-footer.
Their rivalry continued to this day, each growing a stronger bond. Typical Legolas and Gimli behavior.
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