“I mean Gimli, Gloin’s son here.”
Gimli bowed low, and the axe slipped from his belt and clattered on the ground.
”Hoom, hm! Ah now,” said Treebeard, looking dark-eyed at him. “A dwarf and an axe-bearer! Hoom! I have good will to Elves, but you ask much. This is a strange friendship!”
“Strange it may seem,” said Legolas; “but while Gimli lives I shall not come to Fangorn alone.”
I never thought I’d die fighting side by side with an elf.