Hospitality III - Reconsideration
Jul. 18th, 2009 10:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aearwenThis is the third of a set of three related drabbles.
Thranduil sat, wine goblet forgotten in his hand, watching the dancing - watching that Dwarf dancing. There was grace there, in a very stunted, earthy way.
The Dwarf had proven to be far more than he'd expected, with a voice rougher than any Elven voice, but with courteous words that displayed a keen intelligence. His laughter was contagious, and his eyes showed not a hint of guile.
Listening to their stories, he'd discovered that the Dwarf had been a faithful friend. Gimli had saved the life of his son.
That changed everything.
Now he was glad he'd made the effort.
Thranduil sat, wine goblet forgotten in his hand, watching the dancing - watching that Dwarf dancing. There was grace there, in a very stunted, earthy way.
The Dwarf had proven to be far more than he'd expected, with a voice rougher than any Elven voice, but with courteous words that displayed a keen intelligence. His laughter was contagious, and his eyes showed not a hint of guile.
Listening to their stories, he'd discovered that the Dwarf had been a faithful friend. Gimli had saved the life of his son.
That changed everything.
Now he was glad he'd made the effort.
