Notes: Takes place in the book verse of "The Two Towers"

After Helm's Deep

"[Gimli] head no helm, and about his head was a linen band stained with blood..."

"'I will tend it, while you rest', said Aragorn.'"

The sun shone brightly over Gimli's sleeping form. And when Legolas walked to him, the dwarf did not stir. Though Legolas always walked no louder than the whispers of the leaves, Gimli rarely slept through the elf's approach.

In the concentrated light, Gimli looked marked as the trunk of a tree that has worn through many storms. Nay, Legolas shook his head, more like a rock on rough water's edge, for Gimli would have resented being thought of as treelike.

Elessar had placed fresh linen Gimli's head, but redness was seeping through the cloth. Legolas held out his head and softly touched the dwarf's hair where the blood had dried. It felt like fallen leaves that had dried in the wind.

Gimli groaned, but he did open his eyes, and Legolas did not take his hand away.

"Is it time already to get back on that damn horse?" Gimli said, his eyes still closed.

"No, you may rest a while yet," said Legolas.

"Good." Gimli patted Legolas' hand lightly and went back to sleep.