A Touch
Gimli had mistrusted the Man since first he clapped eyes on him at Elrond’s Council. Tall and lordly, too proud, needing help but unwilling to ask for it. They were often at odds on the journey, Boromir used to commanding and the dwarf always willing to take offense. The Man seemed remote and sad, not an easy companion.
By Balin’s Tomb, all changed. Gimli sank to his knees, mourning the shining realm of crystal and mithril turned to ash. His companions were silent. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Compassion, endurance, courage for the task ahead flowed into him from that silent touch. He had known Boromir then for what he was, and nothing that happened later changed Gimli’s love.