Post by Admin on Jan 4, 2021 2:37:28 GMT
Author: Myliell
Rating: G
They stood in the back of the ship, the tall man and his little friend. As they watched, the land on the horizon grew smaller and smaller. Middle earth. It was all the short man had ever known and now he left it to never return again. He sighed, thinking of all the good people he had met. All the Hobbits, elves, men, dwarves and even Treebeard, the ent. That had just been after Helms Deep. And the glittering caves of course. A smile appeared on Gimlis face as he remembered the caves. But now they were forever beyond his reach and as he focused on the horizon again, he saw no more land, only water. The dwarf looked up to Legolas, but the elf seemed to still see the land they left behind.
“Elves and their eyesight,” he muttered and walked away.
As he went over to the food store, he could hear Legolas chuckle. It was the second day of who knew how many days of sailing west. For a moment Gimli imagined his cousins drawing this journey on a map. Straight down the line would go, until it fell off the map. He shook his head; no, for the elves it was upwards on their maps. And since he was traveling towards their land he could as well adopt some of their thinking. Grabbing an apple, he made his way over to the front of the ship. But water was all that met the dwarf’s eyes. Gimli put his arms on the railing, stared into the endless blue and let his thoughts wander. What if the stories were true, that the world was flat and they would only sail over the edge and drop into space? But no, Sam and Frodo, Gandalf and the Lord Elrond and the Lady Galadriel had sailed this way before. Gandalf would not sail to his doom. Valinor had to be real, Gimli decided. But still he could not see the tiniest glimpse of the undying land. The dwarf wondered how it would be there. Taking a bite of his apple, he thought of all the elves, of Frodo, Gandalf and the Lady Galadriel, the most beautiful of all. For the elves the land was created and Gandalf was certainly something more. He was a wizard or as Legolas had explained one of the Maiar, the powerful helpers of the Valar. And then there were Frodo and Sam, the two brave hobbits who had changed the faith of all Arda. Without the two Halflings he would long be dead.
And suddenly Gimli felt so small and insignificant in comparison. He had not carried the ring to its doom nor had he elvish blood in his veins. Not even Aragorn, the King Elessar had been allowed to sail. So who was he to think they would welcome him in the west?
With a deep sigh he sank down, his back leaning against the railing. Slowly he hid his face in his hands. His eyes burned and his shoulders shook as the dwarf silently started to cry. But as the first tears run down his face to roll into his beard, Gimli felt a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. By looking up, Gimli saw Legolas sitting next to him.
“Mellon” was all, the elf said.
But it was enough. Yes, he was the elf’s friend. And most likely the first dwarf ever overcoming the hostility between elves and dwarves and having a deep friendship with one of the firstborn. There was still hope. With one of his gloved hands he wiped the last tears away. Swiftly Legolas stood and then extended a hand to help the dwarf getting up. But Gimli brushed the hand away: “I don’t need your help, Master Elf!”
But as they stood on the ship side by side looking out ahead, he did not complain as Legolas put his arm around the dwarf’s shoulder.
Rating: G
They stood in the back of the ship, the tall man and his little friend. As they watched, the land on the horizon grew smaller and smaller. Middle earth. It was all the short man had ever known and now he left it to never return again. He sighed, thinking of all the good people he had met. All the Hobbits, elves, men, dwarves and even Treebeard, the ent. That had just been after Helms Deep. And the glittering caves of course. A smile appeared on Gimlis face as he remembered the caves. But now they were forever beyond his reach and as he focused on the horizon again, he saw no more land, only water. The dwarf looked up to Legolas, but the elf seemed to still see the land they left behind.
“Elves and their eyesight,” he muttered and walked away.
As he went over to the food store, he could hear Legolas chuckle. It was the second day of who knew how many days of sailing west. For a moment Gimli imagined his cousins drawing this journey on a map. Straight down the line would go, until it fell off the map. He shook his head; no, for the elves it was upwards on their maps. And since he was traveling towards their land he could as well adopt some of their thinking. Grabbing an apple, he made his way over to the front of the ship. But water was all that met the dwarf’s eyes. Gimli put his arms on the railing, stared into the endless blue and let his thoughts wander. What if the stories were true, that the world was flat and they would only sail over the edge and drop into space? But no, Sam and Frodo, Gandalf and the Lord Elrond and the Lady Galadriel had sailed this way before. Gandalf would not sail to his doom. Valinor had to be real, Gimli decided. But still he could not see the tiniest glimpse of the undying land. The dwarf wondered how it would be there. Taking a bite of his apple, he thought of all the elves, of Frodo, Gandalf and the Lady Galadriel, the most beautiful of all. For the elves the land was created and Gandalf was certainly something more. He was a wizard or as Legolas had explained one of the Maiar, the powerful helpers of the Valar. And then there were Frodo and Sam, the two brave hobbits who had changed the faith of all Arda. Without the two Halflings he would long be dead.
And suddenly Gimli felt so small and insignificant in comparison. He had not carried the ring to its doom nor had he elvish blood in his veins. Not even Aragorn, the King Elessar had been allowed to sail. So who was he to think they would welcome him in the west?
With a deep sigh he sank down, his back leaning against the railing. Slowly he hid his face in his hands. His eyes burned and his shoulders shook as the dwarf silently started to cry. But as the first tears run down his face to roll into his beard, Gimli felt a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. By looking up, Gimli saw Legolas sitting next to him.
“Mellon” was all, the elf said.
But it was enough. Yes, he was the elf’s friend. And most likely the first dwarf ever overcoming the hostility between elves and dwarves and having a deep friendship with one of the firstborn. There was still hope. With one of his gloved hands he wiped the last tears away. Swiftly Legolas stood and then extended a hand to help the dwarf getting up. But Gimli brushed the hand away: “I don’t need your help, Master Elf!”
But as they stood on the ship side by side looking out ahead, he did not complain as Legolas put his arm around the dwarf’s shoulder.