“I do not doubt it,” said Legolas. “But you are a dwarf, and
dwarves are a strange folk. I do not like this place, and I shall like
it NO MORE by the light of day. Yet you comfort me, Gimli, and I am
glad to have you standing nigh with your STOUT LEGS and your hard axe.
I wish there were more of your kin among us. But even more would I
give for a hundred good archers of Mirkwood. We shall need them. The
Rohirrim have good bowmen after their fashion, but there are too few
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