4. Envy: In Their Halls of Stone (Gimli)
As Tharkûn's staff lights the soaring vaults of Dwarrowdelf, Gimli's heart swells with pride and joy. Yet later, alone on watch, envy gnaws at his soul; Our greatest work lost to Orcish scum! What right have they –
If It were yours... Hairs rise on the back of his neck. The Seven were rightfully your forefathers'; lost through thieving or treachery. The One could make Durin's people great again!
Gimli's hand finds the axe in his belt. He shakes his head. The treachery was Sauron's. I am pledged to this quest; I will not be less loyal than Men... or Elf.
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