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The smooth sliding of leather on leather, punctuated by an occasional jangling of chains, was barely audible for the heavy groans and grunts torn from two hairy throats.
“Yeah, like that… Aah! Yeh're killing me, Gimli.”
“Move your hand down there, big boy. Now, there's some bit I like. Gimme a proper-sized, fleshy guy over the anaemic Elf anytime.”
With a loud 'clonk', the heavy chain mail fell to the floor. “Lemme jus' loosen these strings and pull 'em off… Oh Merlin!”
Hagrid's cabin shook as the half-giant jumped back in shock.
“Gimli!” Hagrid trembled, white-faced. “Gimli! Yeh're a girl!”