Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Earth and Sky "Come, Gimli, we must fly!" His anguished keening doesn't abate as I drag him from his prostration beside Balin's tomb and out of the dread-full carnage-chamber. Can it be that this squat, sturdy stranger feels grief as keenly as we Elves? I begin to comprehend -- the dead were not merely his people, the sons of Aulë, but his kinsfolk and friends, and his bereavement stabs my very heart. His axe is as black-drenched in orc blood as my long-knife, but his rock-solid heart bleeds blood as red as mine. I pray the Valar spare my fellow warrior any more loss... *** "The others followed; but Gimli had to be dragged away by Legolas: in spite of the peril he lingered by Balin's tomb with his head bowed." The Fellowship of the Ring, LoTR Book 2, Ch 5, The Bridge of Khazad-dûm |