curiouswombat is spending a lot of time these days reading LotR fanfic, although she still hasn’t read the excellent BtVS/The Hobbit crossover And Back Again by Don Sample that I recommended to her weeks ago. I’d never really considered writing in the LotR-verse, although I’m a former member of the Tolkien Society and used to be able to recite whole chapters of LotR from memory, but her obsession has pushed me to write these. Two 100-word drabbles with a 50-word half-drabble in between. Most of the dialogue in the second and third drabbles is taken directly from Tolkien. Set in Lothlórien near the end of ‘The Fellowship of the Ring’. Rating R. The first one may require some knowledge of British slang (and of a certain scene from the movie).
The Hand of Galadriel
“Your beauty has enchanted me, Lady Galadriel,” said Gimli. “Let me take you to bed. I would give you great pleasure, for the stamina of the dwarves is legendary.”
A tinge of colour came to Galadriel’s cheeks. “I am tempted, bold Dwarf,” she admitted, “but I must refuse, for I have resolved to remain faithful to Celeborn even though I love him not. Perhaps I could pleasure you in...” she raised a hand with her long and delicate fingers formed into a circle, “...other ways.”
Gimli shook his head. “Nay, lady,” he declined her offer. “Nobody tosses off a Dwarf!”
The Skill of the Dwarves
The Lady smiled. “It is said that the skill of the Dwarves is in their hands rather than their tongues,” she said, “yet that is not true of Gimli.”
Gimli made no reply. He merely adjusted the position of her thighs on his shoulders slightly and kept right on licking.
The Gift of Galadriel
“My gift to you, Gimli son of Gloin,” said Galadriel. “Three of my hairs, as you requested, as a memento of your time in Lothlórien.”
“I thank you, Lady Galadriel,” said Gimli. “I shall treasure them and, if ever I return to the smithies of my home, I shall set them in imperishable crystal to be a heirloom of my house and a pledge of good will between the Mountain and the Wood until the End of Days.”
“They’re like spun gold,” commented Merry. He glanced at Galadriel’s long straight tresses and frowned. “Only, how come they’re short and curly?”