Characters: Librarian students of the late Fourth Age
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
The subject of dwarves was put behind them. The student had to admit that the histories were probably right and Lord Gimli and his workmen had, indeed, been dwarves.
He picked up a small leather bound volume and gently rubbed the cover to make out the title.
“Bother!” he said, “It’s in those, what are they? Tengwar. You studied them, didn’t you, when I did practical stuff?”
His companion took the book and sounded out the words carefully.
“It’s written in Sindarin,” he said.
“The old court language?”
“Well, yes, but mainly the language of the Sindar – the Grey Elves.”
“You do believe in the elves?” The question sounded slightly sarcastic.
“They were people who kept themselves apart, and didn’t mix with others much, so folk made up all sorts of stories about them as if they were some sort of super people.”
“They weren’t just people, though! They were the Firstborn – immortals! They fought all the great wars of the Early Ages – and the same Noldorin leaders are there in the histories for century after century.”
His partner rolled his eyes. “The same names. Weren’t you named after your grandfather?”
“And my great-great-grandfather.”
“I think that proves my point…”
Eventually the two finished sorting the books they had been allocated. Neither was convinced his own view of history was incorrect.
Hobbits remained a point of argument, as did the immortality of elves. Dwarves as a race of sturdy miners and stonemasons, for whom shorter stature was a plus, had been admitted, somewhat grudgingly.
Both agreed, though, it seemed unlikely that wizards such as the Wondrous Gandalf, had really been maiar. Most likely he had been an old, wise man, mentor to Elessar the Great.
As the door closed neither heard the soft chuckle in the empty room; “Wondrous! Ha!”