Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Night and Day (Third Age- post-WotR) (Gimli, Eomer) |
After the Wedding of Aragorn and Arwen, Gimli and Éomer settle an old grudge. |
| "Master Gimli!" I turned and saw the newly crowned king crossing the hall. "Éomer King," I said, bowing so low my beard brushed the floor. "At your service." "Aye, as you always have been." But the king's expression was deadly serious. I straightened myself and looked at him questioningly. "I must beg your service once more. Have you your axe?" "Nay. Should I send for it?" Éomer sighed, but I caught the glint in his eye. "Perhaps. Harsh words still separate us." He spoke of the lady Galadriel: first of my lady's perilous beauty, then the wisdom of her eyes and her resplendent hair, more precious to me than mithril. "And if I had but met her in different company, I would feel as you do, I am sure." His eyes trailed to the queen Arwen, and my blood boiled. Aye, the queen was lovely, but she was no match for my lady. "Should I send for my sword?" Would these fair ladies bring us to blows, then? I mastered the legendary temper of my kind, and saw beyond his words: the love we bestowed was not so different. "Nay. You chose the Evening; my love belongs to the Morning." |