As Galadriel drifted by, Legolas watched the Dwarf's every move. Between the shaggy eyebrows and the beard sprouting on his stout cheeks, Gimli's eyes smoldered with a wolfish hunger.
Disgusting! Legolas fumed. A Dwarf dares to lust after a lady of the Eldar! That insolent, axe-wielding runt! That stunted spawn of Durin! That walking beard!
A couple joined in passionate debauchery assaulted his mind's eye: Battle-scarred fingers fondled pearly Elven skin, muscular arms seized smooth Elven hips, whiskered lips pressed soft mouth, silky tongue licked quivering nipples, powerful loins parted willing flesh...
The Elf in Gimli's arms was not Galadriel.