The tall blonde-haired being slowly approached the notice and scratched his head thoughtfully. It was worth a try…
He stooped to face the mass of ginger hair some three feet below his eye level.
'This could be my big break!' The dwarf scrutinised the poster for some moments, a growing look of scepticism appearing on his face, before being quickly replaced by a deadpan expression as he realised that his general well-being could be in danger if he didn't phrase his words very carefully.
'Ye-es. Well, there's just one problem, laddy' The elf's eyes narrowed. The dwarf swallowed nervously. Why did he keep starting these things? 'Um, well, to be in a play, you have to be able to… well, to… you know… um…act!'
The look this comment received would have sent weaker dwarves than this one running for mummy. Luckily, Gimli was made of stronger stuff. For this reason, he was still close enough to the scene to witness his companion's unfortunate entanglement with a low-hanging branch, and the subsequent swearing thereof.
After a moment's hesitation, during which he weighed up the risks of the action he was about to take, Gimli approached the fallen elf, and hoisted him unceremoniously back into the vertical position favoured by numerous species, both in Middle Earth and other, less interesting worlds such as yours, human.
'Oof,' said Legolas, displaying the eloquence gifted to the elven race. A moment later, he followed this up with a dazed glare at his surroundings and 'Well, what are we waiting for?' Gimli, who was rapidly losing track of this conversation, frowned as he tried to remember what they had been talking about before…
'Oh, no.' Legolas glowered at him. 'Um, I mean, what are we waiting for?'
