Current mood:

accomplished

Silence rang out for the briefest of moments, voices that were once so clear were jumbled, light prevailed all around. Gimli felt the first pains of death. Then, suddenly, they were taken away from him. All he felt was warmth and love. Undying love.

He left the earth for only a short time when he was called back to it. He had understanding of what he was to do. He knew that everything was destroyed... that all that was left was darkness.

So, together with his fellow dwarves, he set about to rebuilding the world. Long and hard he worked, sweat dripping, never ending from his brow. Yet, he felt no exhaustion. He knew the Valar would not allow him to be tired... too much was to be done. Many days and many more night the dwarves worked until at last their chore was complete.

A time of rest came for Gimli, son of Gloin, and rest he did. He slept for many moons until he awoke in a room in a city he had helped build.

Looking out the window made for the size of a dwarf, Gimli smiles at the beauty of the world. No unease on any face, no worry creasing any brow. Just pure happiness.


((I dont know if this is acceptable, so just let me know if I need to change it.))