Notes: Er, another random idea? By the way, any
one see the movie? Gandalf has the funniest expression when everyone stands
up to argue in the council of Rivendell. And I just love the way Aragorn
beheads the orc (is it an orc or an Uruk Hai or whatever they're called-
I really need to read the books again, this time carefully) well, anyway,
the one that was shooting arrows into Boromir. I mean, come on, he already
was going to die from that first shot most likely, no need to go on torturing
him. Ha, his head goes flying- serves him right. Okay, I'm not hyper. Well,
maybe I am, but that's only 'cause my internet connection's not working.
But the movie was really good.
"Hate Me Not"
by Sierra Skymist
"Gimli
son of Gloin." Gimli turned sharply toward the direction of the voice,
hand dropping down to rest on his axe hilt. After seeing who it was, he
turned back to the window, relaxing somewhat.
"Go
bother someone else, elf," he said harshly. After awhile, he looked from
the window, and saw Legolas was still there, sitting: knees brought up
to his chest, his head resting lightly upon them. With annoyance he noted
the elf's green eyes were fixed unblinkingly on him, wearing a strange
expression, almost as if he were lost, longing, but something else also.
After
a moment of staring, Gimli crossed his arms over his chest. "Why do you
stare at me?"
Legolas
brought his head up, fingering his braid before replying. "Why must you
hate me so?" he asked softly, quietly standing up.
The
answer was not the one Gimli expected. The question made him angry for
some inexplicable reason. "It is your kin that ridicule the dwarves, deem
them untrustworthy," he said heatedly.
"I
deny it not," said Legolas, fair face clouding with regret, green eyes
darkening. "Yet I wish it were not so."
"What
do you mean?" Anger surged through Gimli, anger that he could not understand.
It was simply just there. "You would have cheerfully fought to the death
with me a few weeks ago."
"Aye,
I would have." The elf's face wore a rueful expression. "I apoligise for
any words you might deem insulting, Gimli."
Gimli
scanned Legolas' face for any hint of teasing, and although he found none,
he still was skeptical. An elf apoligising to a dwarf? He recalled his
father's words: Be wary of the elf, they are a deceiving people. "You mock
me with your words."
"No,
but you scorn me with yours," Legolas finally said. There was no trace
of anger, as Gimli would have expected, only regret and sorrow. Gimli would
have strode away then, but the expression on Legolas' face rooted him in
place.
"What
are you getting at?" Some of the anger had dissapated, replaced by curiosity.
"Dislike
me if you must," said Legolas, bowing his head slightly, as if suffering
a defeat, "Dislike me if you must, but hate me not."
Gimli's
heart softened slightly at the words. "As hard as I try," he said, feeling
Galadriel's knowing gaze piercing into his soul once again, "I find I can
not truly hate. you."
Legolas
looked up again, eyes filled with hope- shining starlight. It was that
look that made Gimli forget all his father's warnings, all of his advice.
"Dwarves and elves have been enemies for years. Our kin may never reunite,
but I ask you this: Will you be my friend? There is a greater enemy than
Sauron- hatred and misunderstanding."
If
it were any other elf, Gimli would have mocked him. But it was true, Legolas'
words reached his very soul. And this was the elf he had traveled with
from Rivendell to Lothlorien. And would be traveling much further with.
"You speak true, Legolas Greenleaf," he said gruffly. "And are different
than any elf I have ever met before." He moved closer to grasp Legolas'
hand in his own. "Friends," he whispered. "For I think we shall have much
use of friendship in the days to come."
At
that moment, it felt as if a dark shadow had lifted, one neither knew was
there. And it seemed that all troubles had vanished, and a new joy rose
up. For each now had a friend: trustworthy, dependable, caring. For even
though Gimli would not admit, he would not have seen any of the fellowship
die. Not even the elf.