Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Firstborn |
Disclaimer: All places and persons belong to Professor Tolkien whom I greatly admire. This was written for the simple joy of writing. No copyright infringement intended, no money made. Rating: General, suitable for all. Series: The Mazarbul Chronicles Archiving: my website and Edhellond. Everyone else: please, ask first. Summary: Gimli proudly presents his first child. Triple drabble, exactly 300 words. Dedication: to Dís Thráinsdótter, my fellow Dwarf-fancier, for Edhellond's 5th anniversary. Beta read by Jillian Baade, thanks! |
| Legolas had never seen a Dwarf-child before. Not many people in Middle-earth had ever seen one, truth be told. Dwarves were a secretive lot, and jealous of their families. It was practically unheard of to show a newborn Dwarf to a stranger -- especially to an Elf. And yet Gimli had sent a messenger with the request that Legolas should witness the naming of his first child, just as he had witnessed his wedding. Thus was their friendship, now renowned in Arnor and Gondor, and Legolas was the third Elf ever called a Dwarf friend, next to Finrod and Celebrimbor. 'Twas an illustrious company, and he felt proud and honoured. Still, the strongest of all feelings in his heart right now was curiosity. What would the child be like? Was it a boy-child or a girl-child? The latter was a rarity among Dwarves, considered a gift from Aule. Or Mahal the Maker, as Dwarves called him. Perhaps it would be a girl-child, thought Legolas. After all, Gimli did have a sister himself, which meant the family could produce daughters. And a baby girl with Lady Vigdís' golden hair would be a pretty sight, even for Elven eyes. The Dwarf guards at the gates of Aglarond greeted him with respect. He was the friend of their Lord, after all. Someone led him to the mansion where Gimli dwelt with his family and offered ale and honey cakes. Then a door opened on his right, and in came Gimli, with a bundle in his thick arms. Legolas leaned forward, looking into the tiny face. Beetle-black eyes blinked back at him sleepily. A tiny fist grabbed his long finger with surprising strength, and the baby yawned, giving him a toothless smile before falling asleep again. ~The End~ |