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Glirdingo clapped appreciateively for the Dwarf. He, like the others of his race, didn't have a fondness for Dwarves. As Thin-Gloomy walked away, Glirdingo looked at the Entwife, Kafkalina. "Well, my friend, it was a pleasure to see one of your race before I go," he looked up at her and smiled. "Just with that one night, you have taught me that I can't stay cooped up in Lorien for the rest of my days."
With that, he looked out across the fields, his keen eyes seeing things the others could not. He looked back up at the Entwife. "Perhaps we could walk back to Fangorn together? Just to see what it's like now a days?"
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