“Dwarf-tossing?” Gimli shouts, his brow furrowed so low his eyebrows nearly meet with his mustache.

At his side, Legolas winces, elegant fingers pressed to his temples, and says, “At least you did not suffer the indignity of sliding down a staircase on a shield.”

At the back of the room, Haldir paces, and mutters, “But why am I even here?”