welcome gimli, son of glóin, to valinor
#…oh no gimli ages doesn’t he #oh no I am compromised by the sudden awareness that near the end there legolas was probably taking care of gimli #and this was a true labor of love because however stubborn and grumpy gimli was in his prime #he is a hundred times more stubborn and grumpy when arthritis keeps him from his axe; when his hearing is failing and the glittering caves #have moved on without him; young dwarves taking up the hammers and the guardianship #and gimli feels so helpless and useless that he lashes out at everyone; bellows at young dwarves doing nothing wrong #grumps about how he fought a war for these inept ingrates and they ought to show him some respect— #and it’s legolas who has to wrestle him back into bed #listen as gimli blusters and rages and finally blows himself out #and because legolas knows that gimli is mostly deaf (that’s why the stupid dwarf shouts so much; it’s the only way for him to hear himself) #legolas doesn’t say a word; just goes on plaiting gimli’s hair; weaving little trinkets in his beard #and then he rests his cheek on the crown of gimli’s head #so his mouth is near enough that gimli will hear when he talks about the boat—the beautiful boat hewn from wood gifted by treebeard #the boat that will take them both east when the time comes #and gimli relaxes against legolas #shuts his eyes #feels a little less old and a little less useless because legolas will not go east without him and—gimli trusts in that
NO STOP NO
I DIDNT NEED TEARS TODAY
NO