In triumph Gimli held up the sparkling vial for his friends to see. In the torchlight of the Glittering Caves, the golden tresses in their crystal embrace radiated like living beings.
"It's beautiful, Gimli," breathed Sam. "I never would of thought you could make anything good enough. The Lady of Lórien was so lovely! Not even Rosie could match her."
Cupping the crystal in reverent hands, Gimli thought of the Elf who had inspired his masterpiece. He raised his eyes and winked at Legolas, who stood in silent, elegant nonchalance, his face carefully aloof.
The golden hair was not Galadriel's.
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