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by Azarad
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Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JRR Tolkien. No money is being made and no copyright infringement is intended.
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Summary: One of Many Conversations within the Golden Wood.
A/N:
"I suppose you never think about it, Gimli,"
"Think about what?"
"How different we are. How odd it must seem that we are friends."
"Elves think too much, I fear. I see you as a tall column of marble, richly veined, smooth and cool to the touch."
"Am I cold stone to you then?"
"Stone that is prized by the builder. A dwarf's love of good stone outlasts the mountains themselves."
"Then to me, Gimli, you are the autumn breeze, the color of its leaves and the nip of winter in the air."
"So you like the feel of teeth, eh?"
"The Elvis race doth grow apart from Middle Earth. We shield ourselves over much, I fear. With your great axe, you have split the wood of my heart. I see again the changing of the seasons and what lies beyond the forest fence."
"You will sail west with your people someday. I will lie down inside stone."
"Alas! That could be the way of things. Yet I would go another path."
"Enough dwelling upon far off days. Allow the builder to raise his marble column."
"With pleasure, Gimli, architect of my heart."
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