#42 Anatomy
"The heart", mused Legolas. "An organ essential to life yet so impossible to understand."
The elf stood in the gallery high above the great ballroom curiously watching those enjoying the celebrations below.
"How is it Gimli, that such a small thing can hold a grown man to ransom?"
The dwarf moved forwards, knowing his attempt at stealth had been futile, to also peer down into the throng following where Legolas' gaze led.
"Ah, Laddie." He replied gruffly, watching the newlywed King and Queen waltz gracefully around the dance floor oblivious to all else around them. "Its secrets are not given up lightly."
"How does one do it Gimli?" Legolas turned with a sigh. "Allow a heart to thaw after so long in the cold and the dark? After so many years spent at war. How can one dare to trust it to another's keeping after that?"
The pain and confusion within the gaze he turned upon the dwarf then made him seem so very young and vulnerable that Gimli's own heart felt it would break.
"With time, laddie." Came the gentle reply. "With time."
And reaching out a stone roughened hand he lightly brushed the elf's slender fingers with his own.
A/N
It was ages before I could think of anything at all for this prompt and then last night this little scene just popped into my head. Don't ask me why!
Thanks to all of you who are still reading and especially to those who have taken the time to comment. I really do appreciate it. :)
