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Title: Unanswerable Questions
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: Gimli, Legolas, Rohirrim, Aragorn
Word Count: 1250
Rating: G
Summary: The night before following Aragorn on the Paths of the Dead, Gimli struggles with his purpose and questions which have no easy answers.
Author's Notes: Another short gapfiller for my fanfic100 table, this time with the prompt of Why? Self-beta'ed and crossposted to fanfic100. Perhaps a slight nod to movieverse, but this is definitely extracted from canon. Gormgloine is the name for Gimli's axe that I gave him within my own fanon, initially from the story "Speak, Friend, and Enter." My notes about it were these: "blue-glass" (Irish) My vision is that Narvi's axe handle has two sapphires embedded in it, and I love that it has the word "Gloin" in it. Many of the weapons in Middle-earth have names, including Orcrist, Thorin's sword. To my knowledge Gimli does not name his axe, but perhaps he's being coy in that secretive Dwarvish way that they have. I considered his axe to have been handed down the family line from Narvi ultimately to him.


The Rohirric serving-youth made his way around the table and approached Gimli with his pitcher.

"Ah! Yes, thank you," Gimli enthused, holding out his cup. "Your people make a fine mead. Yes, very tasty. To the brim, that's it."

Once the youth wandered off to refill his vessel, Gimli smiled and closed his eyes for a moment. Nostrils flaring, his inhaled deeply of the fragrant scent of honey infused in the mead. He quaffed a third of his cup's contents, belched his gratitude, and then sensed a sudden lull in conversation. A glance up the table revealed that only the unnerving identical sons of Elrond seemed to understand his gesture. They smiled at him, while the Dúnedain were as stony-faced as ever.

"Lady Éowyn!" Gimli said, resting his hand atop his heart. Her gaze snapped to him, sudden and startling as a whip crack. "Thank you for your hospitality. It is most welcome."

Pride gleamed in her light eyes. "I have now heard tell of the battles at the Deep and that you played no small part. Food and drink are the least we can provide to valiant warriors after a defeat such as you all have had."

She raised her chalice up from the table toward him, but then, like a plant to light, she returned her attentions to Aragorn.

"You do remember that we must be ready to depart before daybreak tomorrow," Legolas said, his voice disconcertingly near Gimli's ear.

Gimli shrugged and helped himself to his drink. "Of course." He jabbed his fork into a tender piece of mutton before cutting it into pieces. "What of it?"

In the ensuing silence, he looked over at his comrade. Legolas impassively watched him chew and swallow. If he hadn't been in such a buoyant mood— he wasn't riding a horse, his axe had drunk its fill of orc blood, and the cup at his hand was never empty— Gimli might have reminded Legolas that it was rude to stare. Instead, he merely stared back until the aroma of mutton re-engaged his focus and utensils.

"I'll be in fine form," he said through a mouthful of savoury meat. "Dwarvish ale is much stronger than this."

"It cannot possibly rival the wine of my father's realm," Legolas said blithely.

Gimli readied a retort to defend the brewers of his race, but then he found his attentions dragged to a heated conversation between the Lady of Rohan and Aragorn. After Aragorn's declaration of intent to take the Paths of the Dead come morning, an uneasy silence descended on the group. Gimli's cheer was snuffed out. Trepidation about travelling on a road that struck fear even in the expression of King Théoden began creeping back into his awareness, chafing at him like a mail shirt against bare flesh. Finally the meal came to its end. Gimli followed Legolas' lead in thanking their hosts and hastily exited the pavilion.

He fell into step at Legolas' side, and when he didn't say anything, Gimli took that to mean his presence was still welcome. They ended up at the edge of the encampment, looking out into the dark vale of Rohan. There were a few lights at the base of the switch-backing trail up to Dunharrow; they belonged to guards with torches, just as there were nearby on the plateau. Overhead the stars glittered, bright jewels scattered across night's mantle.

"You seem to have much on your mind," Legolas said at last, turning his gaze from the stars to look at him.

Gimli harrumphed, chewed thoughtfully on the inside of his cheek, and found himself speaking with candour that, until this quest, he'd only shared with one other.

"I've been away from my own kind for too long," he said, keeping his voice down. "My mind is full of questions, except the only question that repeats and repeats. Why? It clangs unceasingly in my head. Why take this Path of the Dead? Why did Pippin have to look into that infernal seeing stone? Why does the Lady Éowyn set her sights on war? And Aragorn? Why am I so changed after meeting Galadriel, who is an Elf, no less? Mahal's helmet!" He could hear the deep unrest in his voice and saw sympathy on Legolas' face.

"I, too, have much to contemplate."

"You have dozens of Dwarvish lifetimes to do so," Gimli muttered. He felt exposed, which made him uncomfortable. Legolas' kindly expression somehow invoked feelings of inferiority he'd not felt since he'd first joined his Guild and his skills were superior to no one.

"This is true. I am sorry that you cannot hope to see any of your kind as we continue to hunt for Frodo. It is unexpected, but Aragorn now has the company of some of the Dúnedain, and my heart was gladdened to see the fair faces of Elladan and Elrohir."

"Exactly," Gimli spluttered. "My kind does not ride. If I fall in battle, I will be surrounded by Men only."

"And one Elf," Legolas stated.

"And one Elf. No matter. Gormgloine's blade will sing. This Dwarf will hunt down orcs and dragons and whatever else the Dark Lord can send forth of until my axe is pried out of my dead hand."

Legolas regarded him, his gaze venturing to where Gimli's axe was usually hanging from his belt, then back up to his face.

"If indeed that comes to pass, I hope that it is no time soon."

"As do I. Still, I believe the horse lords have a treadle-wheel stone to sharpen their pikes and swords. Maybe the Dead will leave me be if they seem the gleam of my newly sharpened blade."

He turned from the guards and began walking toward the tent where he, Legolas and Aragorn were to sleep, if any of them were able to do so. Legolas stayed at his side.

"I doubt that the Dead care about weaponry," he mused, unsheathing his knife and inspecting it as they passed torches that lit the night. "But the men of Gondor doubtless will. I'll accompany you to the arms tent. After Helm's Deep, my knife also should be tended to."

"I'll fetch my axe," Gimli stated, and strode briskly to their lodging. He left Legolas in equine company, murmuring to them in his native tongue. One day he would have to ask Legolas how he knew instinctively how to ride, since the Elves of Mirkwood were notorious for their stealth on foot, not horseback.

"Why are you on this quest?" Gimli muttered to himself once the flap to the tent had waved shut behind him. He patted the left side of his belt where his dagger was sheathed, nodded at its presence, and then retrieved Gormgloine. His father was more adventurous than many, but he and his small band had gone forth to settle a score with Smaug. Dwarves went to battle over treasure, and took care of their own. They most certainly did not go tramping and riding all over Middle-Earth in pursuit of mad hobbits. Just as despair threatened him once more, a memory flew into his mind, bright like quicksilver. It was from the night he'd received his inked armband that forever joined him to the Guild of Silversmiths, and the look of pride on his compatriot's face as he inked in the intricate pattern. Gimli straightened up, hefting his axe in a gloved hand as he answered his own question.

Why should I be anything else but the lone Dwarf in this Fellowship?

Comments

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heartofoshun
Mar. 15th, 2010 03:17 am (UTC)
Glad to see you writing Dwarves again--"Speak, Friend, and Enter" is a classic and this is an impressive addition to that far-reaching personal canon.

I am certain that Gimli would have named his axe, and kept the name to himself. Great choice of a name.
thrihyrne
Mar. 15th, 2010 11:01 pm (UTC)
Yes, definitely writing Dwarves again! Or Gimli, anyway. I'm glad that you felt it was a positive addition to that personal canon; I did hope it didn't come across as being too authorly self-aware or something like that. Thanks for the comments!
heartofoshun
Mar. 15th, 2010 11:03 pm (UTC)
I did hope it didn't come across as being too authorly self-aware or something like that.

Not at all!
persephone100
Mar. 15th, 2010 05:00 pm (UTC)
This is, as always, even though short, packed with beautiful wording and meaning. I'm, as usual, in awe of your way with words.

And I agree, Gimli's naming of the axe and the name is wonderful.

For some reason, this jumped off the page to me, "Overhead the stars glittered, bright jewels scattered against night's mantle."

So beautiful! I wish I could write like that! ;P

A lovely vignette!

Hugs! And I'll call you! :D
thrihyrne
Mar. 15th, 2010 11:04 pm (UTC)
Thank you so very much! I'm thrilled that you felt it packed a punch even though it's a pretty short vignette. And sweetie, you do write like that! Most of us do have unique/memorable imagery from time to time; it's only a couple of people I know who do that with the kind of consistency that makes me green with envy. ;)

Hope that your week is starting off well!
brumeux77
Mar. 15th, 2010 09:04 pm (UTC)
If I fall in battle, I will be surrounded by Men only.

I never thought about this: what a desperate loneliness there would be, even though surrounded by friends.

Lovely.
thrihyrne
Mar. 15th, 2010 11:07 pm (UTC)
I never thought about this: what a desperate loneliness there would be, even though surrounded by friends.

:rubs hands: Ah, good! One of the things that makes writing about Gimli in particular so fun for me is to pick out these small moments in canon and really get into his head in a way that many readers of Tolkien and Tolkien fanfic don't— I'm all about illuminating the way I think Gimli's mind and heart work. ;) Thank you so much for your comments!
eldritchhobbit
Mar. 18th, 2010 12:57 pm (UTC)
Absolutely gorgeous - and, as always, insightful. The last line made the whole vignette.

I love your Gimli!
thrihyrne
Mar. 18th, 2010 05:50 pm (UTC)
Thank you so very much!! I do love writing about him, as you well know. ;) Your comments are much appreciated!
eldritchhobbit
Mar. 18th, 2010 01:07 pm (UTC)
I love your Gimli! This is beautifully done, and as always, insightful. The last line really makes the whole vignette.
blslarner
Aug. 24th, 2010 07:10 pm (UTC)
Nice to see Gimli's secret thoughts here! Well done!
thrihyrne
Aug. 26th, 2010 12:59 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I do love writing about Dwarves, and Gimli in particular. ;)
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