Once the matter of Galadriel was settled between them, Eomer and Gimli relaxed into a jocular, bantering sort of friendship. With Gimli settling his people in the White Mountains, and Eomer ruling in Edoras, they were often in contact. Visits were a frequent occurrence – most often accompanied by truly staggering amounts of the fruity Rohirric beer.Â
Eomer never forgot that Gimli had saved his life at Helmâs Deep. When his first child was born, he named the baby âElfwineâ – which translates to âElf-friendâ. Gimli was in raptures, and hurried as fast as he could to Edoras to give his congratulations to the parents, and to meet his newest namesake.Â
He managed to astonish the whole of the Golden Hall, and much of the city, by arriving upon a great shaggy goat. Its huge curling horns were tipped in steel, and it stepped sure-footed and swift upon the steep mountain path.Â
Eomer was nonplussed. A Dwarf seated upon a goat, as easy and comfortable as any of his Eored in the saddle! âI thought you did not care for riding, Gimli?âÂ
âDonât get precious. I said I preferred my feet to a horse, and that will remain true so long as Arod stays with Legolas in Ithilien,â said Gimli cheerfully.
He swung down from his goat and gave it a friendly pat on the back. It lipped at his shoulder, before nipping at the hard leather of his jerkin. âStop that.
This here is Pepper, and heâs a war-ram. Thought heâd be less confronting than the pig.â
âYou ride pigs too?â
âAye, but I didnât think itâd be fair to ride a battle-boar here.â Gimli grinned. âWouldnât do to show up riding somethinâ prettier than you, after all. So, whereâs this little bairn with the excellent name?â