Disclaimer: I own nothing of these characters with the exception of Lilly. She's all mine baby.. I'll fight ya for her!
A/N: I decided to do a piece of fluff possible Mary-Sue about Gimli. I came up with the idea while I was in my Econ class. I was looking at an actual dwarf, namely my teacher Mr. McKnight, known very non-fondly as Goodnight McKnight (because if he doesn't scream your ear off he puts you to sleep). After all he does have all the characteristics of a dwarf, he's loud, rude, obnoxious, and really stinky (smells like brimstone aka an old fart). Anyhoo, I realized that I felt sorry for the guy, Gimli, not Goodnight, 'cause he's always left out of things, and while the rest of the Fellowship is getting it on with fangirls and boys, poor Gimli gets nothin'.
A low rumble came from the wood. It could easily be recognized as the voice of Gimli, son of (cough*Loin*cough) Gloin, the dwarf. His bellow was that of outrage on that early fall morning. The sun came in though the trees as dawn broke on the horizon, it was as red as the skin that could be seen above Master Gimli's braided beard.
It was plain to see the reason for his agitation. The camp that was once clean and peaceful was trashed and full of fangirls and boys. They were all swarmed around their favorite LOTR character. But none were near Gimli if they could help it. Yet this was not the reason for his outrage. The fangirls, and boys, always seemed to find them no matter where they went. So waking up to them was not startling at all. It was the fact that one of the fangirls had stolen his beautiful axe and were using it for something. They were gathered in a huge circle and each were sighing in their turn. Judging from the number of fan boys and girls Gimli surmised (oh! Big word!) that the object of their sighing must be Legolas. Angrily he bellowed out his outrage as he forced himself through the masses.
" Never touch a dwarf's things!" His loud voice made many girls jump with surprise and move out of his way. There, in the center of all the fangirls, lied Legolas. He was lying on a fine blanket they picked up in Lothlorien, with his head on a young woman's knees. Gimli came up to her, glaring down. In her hands was his heavy axe. Legolas looked up at Gimli and smiled widely, causing many fans to sigh and a few to faint. Gimli became more enraged when he saw that his friend was using his beloved axe as a mirror.
" 'Tis a fine morn is it not, Gimli, my friend?" he raised his eyebrow as if in jest. Rolling his eyes, Gimli swooped down and grabbed his axe, glaring at the woman who held it. When his hand touched the hand of the maiden who held his beloved axe, he shot back as if he was burned. He felt as if something actually sparked between their skin at the moment of contact. So curious was it that it made the dwarf speechless, a rather hard thing for a dwarf to be. As they stared at each other Gimli could easily see that she felt it as well.
Unused to the feeling of utter speechlessness, and complete wonderment, Gimli turned to a very familiar feeling. Anger. Gimli glared at the young woman, kindly noticing that she didn't look as disgustingly pretty as the rest of the fangirls.
" This day would be a finer day if unwanted people would do their duty and leave!" He turned away angrily and stomped off to the empty part of camp that was his.
A/N: Sorry this is so short. Just part one of a few… How'd ya like it so far?