Disclaimer: Tolkien’s infinite world - Kortirion’s wee pencil sketch in the margin.
Lines of hooded dwarves confronted him, barring his way. At an unheard signal their feet stamped down firmly, taking the stance to swing an axe, one foot fo’ad, knees bent. Gimli tensed, instinct screaming at him to respond to the unprecedented challenge. A low hum started from many throats, building to a roared crescendo.
“Khazâd ai-Menu! Baruk Khazâd!”
They stamped rhythmically, changing stance, raising mailed fists, sweeping the air with blows.
Gimli could do nothing. He knelt, tears in his eyes – that it should come to this...
He’d never expected they’d welcome him thus... with a homecoming for kings!