From Enmity to Friendship: Part 1 - Mistakes
A plague on Dwarves and their stiff necks!
I will say it again, though silently. Because of him, I walk blindly through Lothlórien. The law of the land forbids a dwarf to walk with open sight here. Blindfolded, he must be. Can he not understand this? Vindictively, he demands me blindfolded, knowing I desire to see the magnificence of the Golden Wood.
He rejoices that I cannot see Lothlórien. He jealously deprives me her sight, denies me her beauty. Yet, if he could see, what would he see?
Nothing. A Dwarf would not recognize beauty if it stood before him.
11/26/2004
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A/N: Written for a four-part cycle posted on LiveJournal's Tolkien_weekly community. Part 1 of the cycle is Mistakes.