AN: I don't own any of the LoTR characters I am just taking them out of Tolkien's toy box and playing with them. Can be taken as slash if one squints.
At the Walls.
He didn't understand what was happening to him.
When had he started to find the flowing red hair and compact body beautiful? When had he started to admire the deadly elegance behind each axe swing? When had the ancient battle cry of "Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd ai-mênu!" stirred his blood and gave fire to his own actions? When had his heart beat in worry when he couldn't spot the short form of his companion? When had he felt the need to sit for hours and carefully remove the blood and ichor from the magnificent beard? When had he allowed the familiarity of allowing broad callused fingers to braid his own blonde hair?
No he didn't understand what was happening to him. Nor did he understood when it had started, but as he rode on the back of a magnificent white horse, Gimli a heavy, comforting warmth at his back he found he didn't care.
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