And over their hearts crept a shadow, the fear of a great danger: the end of the Mark in a darkness to which Gandalf was driving them, while Saruman stood beside a door of escape, holding it half open so that a ray of light came through. There was a heavy silence.
It was Gimli the dwarf who broke in suddenly. ‘The words of this wizard stand on their heads,’ he growled, gripping the handle of his axe. ‘In the language of Orthanc help means ruin, and saving means slaying, that is plain. But we do not come here to beg.’
“The Voice of Saruman,” The Two Towers (via syrasi)
the best lord of the rings thing ive seen is the headcanon that gimli is like Prince Tier of beauty for dwarves and is absolutely stunning and legolas is like, for an elf, absolute butt ugly like relatively and everyones always like gimli how could you marry such a shit tier ugly ass elf and gimli is like ach.. nae…i love him
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Here’s the moment in question:
“Mahal sang of stone,” said Gimli, and he kissed the back of Legolas’ hand. His beard was a soft, delicious scratch. “In the void, before Elf or Dwarf or even earth came to be. He sang of stone. Now you hear the beat he used.”
“Gimli.” Legolas could not stand longer, and he dropped to his knees to bury his face into Gimli’s barrel chest. “Oh, Gimli, this is a wonder too deep for me…!”
“I do not think so, my Elf.” Gimli pushed a hand through his hair, the strands slipping between his fingers. “Not if you can hear it.”
“I will teach you to hear the singing of the leaves, the drinking of earth,” he rasped, his cheek pressed hard against Gimli’s leather jerkin. “I cannot begin to repay you for what you have given me here.”
“Daft Elf, this needs no answer.” He felt a kiss laid upon the top of his head, belying Gimli’s gruff words. “You are beloved of a Dwarf now, and this is what we are. I would be remiss indeed if I never told you.”
“Sansûkhâl,” Legolas whispered against his chest, and kissed it just over that gentle, brave, beating heart. “I have no such secrets as these, I have no wondrous gifts to give…”
“You are gift enough, to me and to the world.” Gimli said tenderly, and his hand smoothed around Legolas’ head to cup his cheek. “Never doubt that. I have barely even begun to discover what a wonder you are.”
Upon his knees, they were nearly of a height: Gimli for once a little taller than Legolas. As it was, Legolas could stretch forth and kiss Gimli easily, his neck craning forward to catch his lips.
He could not say how long they kissed, but he did know that the stars danced.
Aw Yiss 