A Pledge of Good Will

“It is finished,” Gimli announced.

Legolas looked up as the dwarf held forth the crystal casket, jointed with gold and set with splendid topazes, that encased the lock of Galadriel’s hair. It should have been too rich; yet it was delicate and airy, enhancing the living gold it cradled.

The light of the lust for beauty kindled in Legolas’ face. "Now I can almost understand the love of gold."

“We shall make a dwarf of you yet, my friend,” Gimli said.

 “Nay, Master Gimli, I would say that you are becoming almost elvish. That is craftwork worthy of Celebrimbor himself.”

[for Mar'isu, who wanted Gimli & Legolas as friends]