For the tolkien_weekly "Season of Gifts: Wisdom" challenge.
Treading cautiously beneath Fangorn’s eaves, they breathe air heavy with Ages of sap-rise and leaf-fall. Branches rustle suddenly overhead and Gimli jumps, checking the impulse to reach for his axe.
“They do not want me here! This is foolishness!”
Legolas’ laughter ripples softly. “Ah, but you know what the High-Elven say of my folk – more dangerous and less wise’! Have no fear, for you walk with an Elf of the Woods…”
And watching the light in his friend’s eyes as he lays a hand gently on ancient bark, the Dwarf concedes there may be more than one kind of wisdom.