Title: The Right Tool For The Job
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 Right Tool For The Job
Back in his father’s house there was a family one; but that was beyond reach, now, and so he must begin anew.
Carefully he chose well-seasoned wood, harvested from this plenteous newly settled forest.
Then, axe in hand, he paused. “The spirit of the smith is always remembered by the metal,” Gimli had told him.
Glancing at the cairn, that marked the only resting place of a dwarf in Valinor, Legolas murmured aloud, “therefore it is meet that I use your axe, old friend, so that your spirit joins me as I begin fashioning this cradle for my un-born son.”