For her birthday, Aramel wanted a fic on interracial harmony that featured Legolas and Gimli.
"No. Melody catches not Mithrandir; 'tis dead memory," he replied, and turned bright eyes on him. Strangely hesitant, that look, but more strange still the request: "Will you not sing?"
"I?" Gimli frowned. Dwarves have many songs for hard days, but to sing for outsiders...?
"Please," said Legolas quietly.
After a long moment, Gimli stood, and began to chant...