neh, that’s really not his bag. He is a bit pissed that Legolas has all some lovely new dwarf-forged steel and weaponry, though, all covered with twisting engravings of leaves and stars, wound with the best spells that Dwarves can devise.
“Well, can I buy some off them? What do you mean, no? Why won’t they sell it – I’ll give a good price! No, I will not enquire at market, the wares they have for sale are not as fine as yours! But… oh, their best work goes to their loved ones? But. Oh.”
*glides away, leaving an aggrieved huff behind him*
(Gimli has ever been a mediocre smith, his gifts and inclinations leading him more towards gem-work or stonemasonry – however, a very talented smith is quite literally haunting him, after all, and he’ll be getting some serrrrrious lessons. There’s very little a Dwarf won’t do to meet the promptings of devotion 😉

