Damn the woman. Who is she to steal and touch his beloved blade? Who is she to hold a weapon made by his own father Gloin over one hundred years ago? And what was that peculiar spark? Gimli's mind raced as he marched toward the nearest lake.
Even then he could feel little tiny sparks spread across his skin at the very thought of her. It left his skin feeling hot and cold, soft and hard. She made the very hairs of his beard stand on end. Damn her.
He slowed his march as the brush became thick. His nerves clamed a bit as he had to fight through underbrush and brambles, wielding his axe before him. The closer he got to the shore the better he felt. When finally he broke through to the open water he felt like the world was almost as it was after the long battle with Suron.
He knelt on the small beach and grasped a handful of earth. As he looked up to the blue sky he felt free. The forest was not for him, but the earth, earth was life. Every particle was pumping with life. Trees die, but mountains live forever.
Moving the earth in his hand he took a deep breath. His soul calmed, his mind cleared of that accursed woman and her piercing blue eyes, and her dark hair, and her not so slender hands. His look of peace dropped into a frown.
Again he gripped the earth in his hand and took a deep breath intent on banishing her from his thoughts. It was less than a second he had seen her, he though, how could he be so awe struck within a second? The elven queen Galadriel came to mind suddenly. Her spell was cast over him in mere moments of her appearance.
A noise startled him. A splash of water. Then a giggle. Curious Gimli edged around some brush that protruded out into the lake. Careful not to give away his position he looked through the high grass. There was movement in the water. Gimli crouched as he watched.
The water stirred again, then suddenly a being pushed forth out of the glassy liquid. The water sprayed back as her dark hair flew behind her head. A mermaid, thought Gimli, never in my life did I think I'd see one.
Her skin was glossy wet, so white she seemed to glow in the sunlight. Her body was indescribable. It was imperfect, yet perfect. She was not thin, but she was not horribly fat. Her body was curvy and gorgeous. Gimli dropped the earth from his hand.
He watched this glorious creature swim and play in the water. He had no idea how long he stood there staring like a common peeping tom. He felt the heat reach his cheeks as he realized this. He was about to move from his spot when the creature started to come out of the water.
She had legs. Like a human she had legs. And she had clothes. Oh no, he thought. She turned in his direction, as naked as the day she was born, and looked at him. Gimli dropped his axe in the water. She shrieked and grabbed at her clothes.
Oh hell, it was her. The very woman he was trying to forget. He cursed the day, and when a dwarf curses it is more than colorful.