Characters: Gimli, and his true love
Disclaimer: Tolkien fashioned this as haute couture - Kortirion buys at Oxfam
Note:reposted from tolkien100, hopefully a new one will be added.
He sneered visibly, arms akimbo, his feet planted firmly on the ground. He was determined to remain true to his nature, surly, unforgiving, tough as twice-beaten iron. He looked up. In that first moment, his mouth dried, his heart pounded; his stomach churned alarmingly with strange sensations he’d only experienced when staring down over a sheer precipice.
She smiled, and vertigo took him. The fairest vein of pure mithril came a poor second to that smile. And he wilted from belligerent to puppy-dog. Henceforth nothing in this world would ever compare to – Her.
“Welcome Gimli, son of Gloin,” she murmured.