The Stalwart Dwarf

by Aria Breuer

Gimli is a stalwart dwarf/capable of many things. He sailed far/across the ocean, but never once did he/return to Middle-earth's shores. A stand-alone poem in tribute of Gimli, son of Gloin and his actions on the battlefield.

The Stalwart Dwarf

By: Aria Breuer

Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. J.R.R. Tolkien does.

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Yes, I am back doing poetry! This time, it's all about our favorite dwarf, Gimli. :)

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Gimli is a stalwart dwarf
capable of many things. He sailed far
across the ocean, but never once did he
return to Middle-earth's shores.

Gimli was fairer dwarf
with auburn hair to boot. He loved his
battle-hardened games with Legolas,
Mirkwood's elven prince to refute.

Gimli lived like any dwarf,
loving gems and fair stones. His times
of hardship proved too far, when
this dwarf came out last.

Gimli saw many great deeds,
far younger than most dwarfs. His deeds
made him such a dwarf, but his heart
longed for the sea and his true friend's heart.

Gimli came out farther in the end
than any dwarf can count. Long bereft
were his days of plunder, now none
can foretell his fate, let alone his future.

In the end, Gimli chose his path,
as only time will tell. He met Legolas
on the shores of Tol Eressëa and
not once returned to Middle-earth's shores.

So, ends our tale about Gimli's fate
and the lives he lost in turn. Now ever-reaching
for the stars, some would say they hear Gimli's
battle cries at night, where night is young and fair.

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Thanks for reading. :)