Gimli strokes the shaft slowly, feeling the hard texture under his fingers. Straight and smooth, he marvels at it for a moment, his fingers still stroking. He blows on the tip to cool it, then reheats it, his hand never still on the shaft. He knows the Elf appreciates him for doing this, but does he know how much the Dwarf enjoys it?
Gimli circles the long shaft with his fingers, then draws his hand up the length of it. He could hear Legolas sighing, asking for speed. Growling, he looked up and muttered something about immortals needing more patience. Reaching the tip again, he worried the small split, stroking it with his finger.
Picking up a small metal device, he slides it down the shaft, stopping at the base and pulling it back up. Legolas again groans, growling at the dwarf.
Fed up with the Elf's impatience, Gimli looks up and growls back. "I'll finish your arrow in just a minute."
