If I told you a secret, would you believe me?
There is no way you possibly could. It's too hard to comprehend. But here it goes. I, Gimli, son of Gloin, have am in love an elf. Not just any elf, but the queen of elves!
So fair is she that there mere thought of her sends shivers through my body, and chills down my spine.
Every waking second that I am away from her seems like an eternity.
The Lady Galadriel has golden hair like the sun, young, ageless skin. Within her eyes, the wisdom of thousands of years is held locked away. The deep blue piercing eyes held me captive in their light, and when her eyes met my own eyes, it was like she could see my soul. Her radiant skin seems to glow, as though it is ageless.
We met for the first time in her realm, and I knew then and there that her beauty was beyond that of any other, and that I was in love. Oh, how my heart grieved when the fellowship had to leave Lothlorien! But when she who is fairest of all gave me three stands of her precious hair before we departed, I felt jovial inside, like I could climb a thousand mountains without tire. She makes me feel joyous and gloomy, soft and hard, light and heavy, real and magical, calm and savage. This my friend, is how I knew I was in love. I think of her every second I can. That is why, my good friend Legolas, that is why I have been so dreamy lately. I still feel like I walk within the dream-like lands of her realm, under her enchanting forest. I will dwell there forever in my heart and soul.
I have spoken of this to no other, nor shall I speak of it again.
There is no way you possibly could. It's too hard to comprehend. But here it goes. I, Gimli, son of Gloin, have am in love an elf. Not just any elf, but the queen of elves!
So fair is she that there mere thought of her sends shivers through my body, and chills down my spine.
Every waking second that I am away from her seems like an eternity.
The Lady Galadriel has golden hair like the sun, young, ageless skin. Within her eyes, the wisdom of thousands of years is held locked away. The deep blue piercing eyes held me captive in their light, and when her eyes met my own eyes, it was like she could see my soul. Her radiant skin seems to glow, as though it is ageless.
We met for the first time in her realm, and I knew then and there that her beauty was beyond that of any other, and that I was in love. Oh, how my heart grieved when the fellowship had to leave Lothlorien! But when she who is fairest of all gave me three stands of her precious hair before we departed, I felt jovial inside, like I could climb a thousand mountains without tire. She makes me feel joyous and gloomy, soft and hard, light and heavy, real and magical, calm and savage. This my friend, is how I knew I was in love. I think of her every second I can. That is why, my good friend Legolas, that is why I have been so dreamy lately. I still feel like I walk within the dream-like lands of her realm, under her enchanting forest. I will dwell there forever in my heart and soul.
I have spoken of this to no other, nor shall I speak of it again.