Ivy watched, fascinated, as Gimli worked the metal. He'd pull the bar from the forge, its end glowing red, then grab the small hammer from the tabletop. He'd hit the glowing end a few times, then thrust the bar back into the fire.
Soon the end was flattened, curling at the edges.
"Would you like to help?" he asked her with a wink.
She looked to her mother, still shy with this new friendship. Éowyn nodded. Ivy went to the forge. Gimli gave her the hammer and cradled her small hand in his, guiding her to shape the ivy leaf.