Foundation
I can feel him shiver beside me. He is afraid. He hides it well, but I can feel it. I can feel everything down here. Down here I am home, or at least I should be, for we are in Dwarrowdelf, Moria.
He is shivering.
To think that I feared him.
When I look at him now, I can see no enemy. Even his arrogance has disappeared. Suddenly.. my great enemy; my foe on this journey seems nothing but a scared child.
But strange enough this does not make me feel better.
I am ashamed.
All these battles I have fought with him… every single time… I have been fighting with a youngster.
So many childish fights.
He is shivering and suddenly I can't hate him anymore.
"Legolas."
It is the first time I speak his name.
I want to say something.
Something to tell him… That I know.
That he doesn't have to keep pretending.
That he doesn't have to be so brave.
The elf straitens his shoulders and answers me.
"Gimli" he says, speaking my name as well.
I nod.
It isn't much.
But it is a foundation.
A rocky ground on which a friendship can be build.
