22. Grace Obtained
Originally written for the "Fountains" challenge over at Livejournal's tolkien_weekly , but inserted here as a second response to the Day 19 "meetings/reunions" prompt:
"Go on." Legolas nudges the hesitating Dwarf forward.
She sits beneath the cherry-tree's falling fronds, watching light and leaf-shadow playing across white stone. Gimli approaches, bows so low his beard brushes the ground.
"Lady, I-I-" he stammers; then remembers the crystal next his heart, and brings it out.
"Many years have I borne this faithfully" – now his long-dammed-up yearning fountains joyfully forth – "yet it is to radiant reality as those dancing light-flecks to the Sun herself."
Galadriel laughs, the unexpectedly-deep music he so loved.
"Your courtesy is undimmed, Gimli son of Gloin," she remarks; and his happiness is complete.