Gimli's Fair Maiden?
Gimli had always preferred his women with a little stubble on their chins. However the current object of his attention didn't have as much as a solitary hair upon her chin. She was an elf and to her, the bearded women of the Blue Mountain could hold no competition. The dwarf watched intently as the Mirkwood maiden strummed upon the strings of her harp. Her long delicate fingers traced the thin-thread with grace and from the golden harp came the softest and most sweetest music.
Gimli had at first been hesitant when Legolas had invited him to Mirkwood for the anniversary of the Elvenking's coronation. However he had been tempted by the lure of strong wine and more food than he could hope to imagine. Gimli was glad he came. For starters, Legolas had not lied about the amount of free wine and secondly he had had the chance to gaze upon the fair beauty that was stood before him.
The dwarf continued to gaze upon the maiden. She was a little different to other elvish maidens. Her jaw was stronger and she did not wear the same fluttery gowns as the others. Her robes were simple, they were deep grey the same sort as the elves of Rivendell. When she walked, she moved with as much grace as a white swan through water. He could have watched her forever and never grown tired of her.
Her eyes. Her eyes were something else. They were green in colour with flecks of agate blue around her pupils. They reminded Gimli of uncut emeralds. Her lips looked to be as soft as a cushion and they were as red as the tips of sun-kissed roses. Gimli was amazed by her hair. It flowed down her back like strings of velvet and it shone like polished gold under the influence of light. Legolas had not lied when he had spoke of the beauty of elvish maidens.
Speaking of Legolas, from out of the crowd of elves came the elven prince. Gimli was too drunk to see him at first, but the elf headed straight toward the dwarf with a wide smile upon his face and a half drunk glass of dorwinion in his clutch. He sat beside his friend - which attracted curious glances from many of the passing elves. It was not often they saw their prince seated beside a dwarf.
"You seem to be drunk my friend," Legolas chuckled. "You did not believe me when I warned you of the strength of the wine. Do you believe me now?"
"I've had stronger," Gimli spoke unconvincingly. His voice was slurred by the amount of alcohol he had consumed. After a little bit more thought he added, "I suppose it is a little strong. I'll give you that laddie. For those of you with weak bellies that is!"
Legolas smiled at his friend's statement. He watched as the dwarf's gaze moved around the room. He was most bemused by the subject that it lingered on. The Elven prince held his tongue. "Are you still of the belief that your bearded women in the Blue Mountains are as fair as the elvish maidens of Mirkwood?"
Gimli grunted. He continued to stare at his fair maiden. He was lost in her emerald eyes - he didn't think he would ever escape them. "That one there isn't that bad," He admitted, pointing toward his fair maiden. "She's as fair as the Lady Galadriel herself. A strong jaw and hair like spun gold. I wouldn't mind introducing myself to her. Do you know her Laddie?"
Legolas wondered just how much his friend had truly drunk. The Elven prince could contain his laughter no longer. "Yes I do. That is my dear friend Tirnen," Legolas laughed. "I'm afraid however that you are in for a disappointment my dear friend. You see, He is no elvish maiden,"
AUTHORS NOTE
This is heavily inspired by the deleted scene in the Hobbit where Kili mistakes a male elf for a elvish maiden. I've always wanted to try writing a humour piece and I'm aware that it probably wasn't particularly funny, but I gave it a shot, love it or hate it.
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