Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
It Takes Two
Gimli had been very old, and no longer in good health, when he took Legolas into his ‘workshop for small craftings’ and presented him with a number of small leather bags. Now the betrothal ring (which linked father and friend; stone from one, set by the other) was in use, as were the mithril binding rings. One or two bags remained full, as yet.
But there had also been a full set of new woodworking tools to be used for the task now in hand, making every stroke of chisel, gouge, or blade the work of both dwarf and elf.
And the second one, for 'Wealth', that I fully acknowledge follows not only that drabble but also Azalaisdep's Far Brighter Than Gems Without Measure which she posted earlier this evening and gave me an idea!
Title: Father and Son
Father and Son
Shaping the cradle for your firstborn was a private thing, almost a ritual. His people knew, of course, the task their Lord had undertaken; and rejoiced in this blessing with him. But they left him to work alone.
Not even his wife would interrupt him although he would tell her of his progress when he sat, at night, with his arms around her.
Legolas looked at the emerald on her finger, catching the starlight, yet thought he really understood, at last, what his father had meant by his true wealth being the trees, the people… and a most beloved son.