Imagine a dwarf, in the middle of nowhere, alone save for two of his friends. Now imagine that they have just been surrounded by a couple of dozen mounted warriors, we are thinking Norsemen, or Normans here. The warriors are hunting their enemies and are armed to the teeth.
Eomer, the leader of these warriors, dismounts and inadvertently insults our dwarf’s heroine. Reckless, or just plain onery, this is our fearless dwarf’s marvellous response:
“…Eomer son of Eomund, Third Marshal of Riddermark, let Gimli the Dwarf, Gloin’s son warn you against foolish words. You speak evil of that which is fair beyond the reach of your thought, and only little wit can excuse you.”
Brilliant. Chivalry in the face of overwhelming odds.
From The Lord of the Rings, by JRR Tolkien.
I first read the Lord of the Rings one Easter when I about 17. It took me three days: eat, sleep, read, repeat :) In searching for a usable image for this post, I have now found that Gimli is a place, and one moreover with Icelandic/Viking origins. The image above is of a Gimli Viking statue commemorating this heritage.