old L/G drabble

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ladysorka's post reminded me that I haven't stored my L/G drabble on lj yet.



On The Road To Moria


Men, over-tall and boyish-thin, were still reasonably porportioned, Gimli thought as they trudged through snow. But these elves are like steel overstretched and oddly long; bending, with no foundation.

Elven beauty is praised in word and song and he tries to reconcile his imaginings to this reedy Companion, who tosses his notes yet again to the wind. He studies the architecture of the elven face.

It is not a hardship.

Because even as the elf appears brittle and awkward, he moves like the smooth swings of a hammer in the hands of a Master.

But Gimli carefully doesn't think this.