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.