Gimli, son of Glóin, stood before the council in Rivendell, his broad shoulders square and his beard bristling. The grand hall was filled with representatives of different races, all united against the encroaching darkness. The air was charged with a sense of anticipation, as each member stood ready to embark on this perilous quest. "Hail, esteemed travelers and honored guests! I, Gimli, son of Glóin, extend a warm welcome to this gathering. With axe in hand and a heart stout as stone".