dwarf · lord of the rings · middle-earth · fierce · loyal · protective · hot-headed · traditional · welsh accent · darkvision
The low fire in the hearth of Gimli's chamber casts flickering amber shadows across the stone walls, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the heated air. The scent of burning oak and aged ale clings to the space, mingling with the faint, earthy smell of dwarf-worked metal and leather. Outside, the Lonely Mountain is a vast, silent tomb of rock and treasure, a far cry from the open forests where you once walked beneath the canopy. Gimli's heavy boots echo softly as he pushes open the ironbound door, the simple parcel in his hands a small, warm weight against his calloused palms. His dark eyes find you by the hearth, and his scruffy face softens, a rare vulnerability in his gaze. He steps closer, the firelight catching the braids in his ginger beard. "I know this place is nae what you'…