Gimli Epilogue

When George went to offer Hazel some of his reviving beverage, there was a hard pounding clamor which seemed like a thump on the entryway. The more hesitant they became, the louder and more restless the sound got to be. At first, George thought it was another of those sounds, yet he didn't generally observe an effect.

Grendel made his way to mead hall of Hrothgar, blood thirsty and ready to kill. A creature that seemed to come from “Hell, Not Hell but Earth” (24). His eyes were filled with an intense villainous fire that it was as if you were staring at the Devil himself. He approached the hall with a hefty stride, his calloused feet caused the ground beneath them to shake. The green slime, that he had collected on his body from the marshes and the moors that he had spent countless of years, isolated, created a path such as a slug. He had arrived at the hall and before he had even reached out for the handle on the oak wood door, there was an aroma of alcohol that would make any sober man sick to his stomach. Grendel thought to himself

This person hears shouts and screams along with the twang of crossbows and the clash of swords and spears. The person hears the ladders clatter against the walls and the groans and grunts of

The sage nodded and turned away. Kit slowly rose to his feet, again passed through the bead threshold, and mounted his horse. “Why would a wall be their only weakness?” This question Kit pondered for hours that night, as he laid in the darkness of his home. Eventually the grasps of sleep crept up on him, and he drifted to sleep.

He let out a chuff of laughter. "...it's kinda funny, Gize." he withdrew the dagger from his pocket, it was old but well maintained, "the same guy responsible for making us leave, in a way he's also responsible for getting us home." A tear rolled down his cheek.

The visitor is able to step inside the darkened space that contains different zones along the center of the room. These zones of interaction allow your body to create a simulated sculpture that generates sounds as you walk throughout the room. You hear ice breaking, birds chirping, water flowing, glass shattering, creaking metal, rocks tumbling, flames bursting, frogs croaking, bells ringing, and keys jingling. These physical sounds evoke emotions of anxiety, fear, curiosity, relief, and comfort as you take your time walking throughout the entire space. The dark space heightens your sense of sound and you are more aware of the different physical sounds that you trigger.

“Did you hear that?” asked the short soldier, nervously fondling his rifle, “Sounded like footsteps.”

“Yes. There is a strong wind that blows through the chasm, and the many crevices and small caves that dot the path down create the sounds.” Darla squeezed Maela’s arm. “You will see.”

“That face, your overthinking okay? Corries fine, your wife is fine. My bet is their just practicing Army manoeuvres.” Len assures.

The wintry air in Oeste was thick and repulsive. A putrid odor lingered the corridors that disturbed myself of what little sleep I may have had. I stirred awake, rolling stiffly from my back to my knees and hands, unintentionally bumping into the soft body that lay beside me. Ignoring the faint cracks in my joints, my heart began to pound out of my breast as my hands slapped the icey stone I slumbered on, and began to crawl towards a narrow hole at the bottom of the stone. Without hesitating, I peered through, and not only could I recognize the same dispassionate faces of the Stalerie I saw every moment of my life gawking at The Pit below in the courtyard, I also caught a glimpse of the heavy black smoke. How did I manage to sleep through all

In the distance, the sound of wolves howling at the beautiful crescent-shaped moon and the crickets chirping from all directions could all be heard so clearly. We made our way back to the village after our trip back from the hunting we did the night before. The air was rigid and cold and had left a couple of our men frostbitten. The mighty Beowulf accompanied us to ensure we’d catch good game. The mead-hall was certainly buzzing with noise today, so much so that not too far from the treeline I could hear my favorite place to gather at, as Beowulf and I along with some of the other men walked back. The building was filled with my fellow comrades all sharing stories of their past grim adventures, while guzzling gallons

“Good,” the wizard intoned. “I never could stand that man.” he allowed himself a small smile. Since the day after the quest had begun, he had despised the little man. It was not just his height,but also his whining demeanor, his unceasing appetite, and lack of personal motivation. He did not particularly care for the dwarf either, but he could easily be disposed of later. Without rage to drive him, the dwarf would only be a shell of himself. Gandalf was pleased with the way things were heading in his favor. He turned to the waiting dwarf. “Shall we proceed then?”

Her eyes shot open at the noise of a loud clunk, not that her eyes were being put to much use because there was nothing around her but darkness. As she reached both her arms out, she discovered two walls on either side of her.

Celestino laughed. His voice was harsh and quiet, with a trill to his r’s and v to his w’s. “It’s not the golem that you should worry about, Agent McCave.” He picked up the silver instruments. “The ceremony is almost complete, there is one last rite.”

There is also a contrast between the speaker’s fanciful description of the “something that doesn’t love a wall” (35) as elves (36) and the image of the neighbor as “an old-stone savage”