“It’s beautiful, Gimli,” breathed Sam. “I never would of thought you could make anything good enough. The Lady of Lórien was so lovely! Not even Rosie could match her.”
Cupping the crystal in reverent hands, Gimli thought of the Elf who had inspired his masterpiece. He raised his eyes and winked at Legolas, who stood in silent, elegant nonchalance, his face carefully aloof.
The golden hair was not Galadriel’s.