Oaths
"You think that one's a kicker, just wait 'til ya' hear this one!" Gimli cried as he took another swig of beer, before uttering a most unrepeatable Dwarvish curse that set Legolas choking on the liquor he had been shifting around in his mouth, covering his reddening face with delicate elvish hands as he tried not to laugh once he had sufficiently recovered.
"Goodness, Laddie, the things you learn from Dwarvish curses-why, I got most of my education from 'em! But, goodness, I couldn't look at things the same way again after hearing some of 'em."
"Dwarves are so coarse." Legolas snickered fondly into his beer once he could speak again.
Gimli looked up at this, eyebrows raised.
"If you think we are coarse-you should have heard the things your father muttered once when he stubbed his toe when he thought nobody was watching! My father heard it when they were taking him away to the jail cells, and he said he nearly fainted dead away! And my father, he's as tough as they come!"
The two howled with laughter at this, slapping each other on the back and swearing by the most profane oaths they could muster to remain the best of friends forever, and to together craft a whole new set of Dwarvish-Elvish fusion curses for use throughout the fourth age and beyond.
Because this drabble collection was really yearning for some Legsie and Gimli...I can't believe I've never really written at all about then...DX
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