For her birthday, Aramel wanted a fic on interracial harmony that featured Legolas and Gimli.
On the morning air it came againElves singing grief. Uncomfortably alone by their pavillions, Elf and Dwarf glanced up. And Legolas grew still as stone, listening, til a shudder passed through him. Gimli raised a brow: "Don't you like it?"
"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...