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today i bring you: legolas and gimli flirting while everyone else is dying in the battle of helm’s deep
“Two!” “Two? I have done better, though now I must grope for spent arrows; mine are gone. Yet I make my tale twenty at the least. But that is only a few leaves in a forest.”
“Twenty-one! Now my count passes Master Legolas again.”
“Where is Gimli?…That must be my hope. But I wish that he had come this way. I desired to tell Master Gimli that my tale is now thirty-nine.”
“Forty-two, Master Legolas! Alas! My axe is notched: the forty-second had an iron collar on his neck. How is it with you?” “You have passed my score by one. But I do not grudge you the game, so glad am I to see you on your legs!”