Gimli and Galadriel's Journals
By Sashi Mizumoto
A/N: Ok, years ago, almost 3 years to be precise, I decided to write a Gimli/Galadriel fanfiction. Now, I have decided to edit this and make some new chapters to add some depth to it. When I had written this earlier, I mainly only got flames. Now, I rewrite again, and I have grown immune to this. So, if you decided to flame, know this: I couldn't give a rat's ass about what you flamers think. As long as someone likes this story, I'm happy. Now, onto the revised edition of Gimli and Galadriel's Journals!
Chapter 1: Gimli's Journal
Gimli sat down on the soft forest floor and thought back on the events of the day. Not being able to contain his feelings any longer, he put his hand in his pocket and took out a tattered red book. He opened the yellow pages carefully, not wanting to rip anything. He finally reached a blank page, more than halfway through the book, and took out a rough piece of what looked like some sort of charcoal, and began to write ferociously.
Dear Journal,
Today, I met the lovely Lady of the Wood, Galadriel. Her flaxen hair gave off a sort of glow, as though she were an angel. Moreover, her soft facial features reminded me of a young child, so pure and innocent. Her blue eyes reminded me of the blue sky, strong and free. She herself seems to blaze with vivacity. I mentioned a spell earlier when we met her, warning everyone not to fall under its clutches. However, I think I am the first to plunge and I am not putting up much of a fight. When I look at her, I see kindness, yet I can also detect something evil deep within the depths of her soul. She seems to be both good and evil, and yet isn't everyone like this? There is no pure good or evil, just different sides. I wish I could let Galadriel know of these feelings and ideas, but I cannot let Celeborn know of this. He is always by her side, and if he knew of my feelings, I am sure he would no longer welcome our party to stay here. My heart is heavy with regret at holding these feelings inside of me. I know I should tell her, but I, Gimli, am actually afraid! If I were back home with the other dwarves, I am sure they would mock me incessantly about this. Oh, how I wish I were Celeborn, to be able to be with her and spend the rest of my days with her. I would not have to protect her though; I know she is more than capable of defending herself. Maybe I should talk to someone about my problem. Nevertheless, who? Not Boromir, he is much too insensitive to matters of the heart. What about Aragorn? He understands the heart, being in love himself, and he is extremely intelligent. However, perhaps he would go into one of his long speeches on bravery and loyalty. Wait- perchance I could ask Frodo or any of the other hobbits, but they probably would not understand the whole situation. Yet wait! I remember! Frodo looked at Galadriel with a feeling of dare I say it, love! Should I try to win Galadriel's heart? Yet, I know I have no chance, for she loves Celeborn... Or else she would not have married him to begin with. Wait! What is going on? Frodo is walking and talking with Galadriel! Should I follow them and see what happens? No, no, that would be terribly rude of me. Yet, I lose my self-discipline, and I will follow her. What on earth is Galadriel doing? She is pouring water into a silver bowl, the water and the pitcher seeming to glimmer in the bright moonlight. Maybe I should get a little closer and see what is going on... I do not want Frodo to do anything indecent. There. That's better. It is extremely uncomfortable in the bushes, but I do not mind. Now I can look at Galadriel at a closer view, see her eyes shimmer beautifully...But what is wrong with Frodo? He looks like he is going to fall into the bowl...And it is radiating a bright red! I wish I could hear their conversation. Galadriel looks frightened. I wish I could comfort her, or at least alleviate her fear. Oh my, Frodo has fallen backward onto his bum! I hope he is ok. Frodo's extending his hand out to Galadriel. Why though? What does he have to offer her? What has he got in his small, cupped hands? Oh my goodness! Is he giving her the ring? He is, he is giving her the ring! Is he betraying us, or asking for her assistance? I know this is hard for him, but he should not try to push his problems onto innocent bystanders like that! What the? Galadriel transformed into something evil looking! She is a dark silver blue and has a deep, dark voice, and she shines a dark color, the moonlight hitting her body softly. The wind has picked up and is encircling around her, and I am afraid that she may perhaps somehow get hurt. Oh thank god, she has finally gone back to her normal self. She handed the ring back to Frodo, thank goodness. Perhaps I should go back to bed; I do not want them to see me. I was lucky tonight. I had the opportunity to see her, and I saw her kindness shine through, as she gave the ring back to Frodo. Goodnight, I will retire back to my sleeping quarters.
Gimli closed the book and crawled back to his sleeping quarters. He sighed, and snuck the journal back into his pocket. He fell into a deep slumber, reminiscing of Galadriel.
End of Chapter 1: Gimli's Journal
A/N: Well, this is much longer than the original chapter had been. I'm glad I decided to edit this. Well, until next time.