Title: Earth & Sky - Dwarf & Elf
Author: Triskell (ferngully_at )
Notes: a collection of my (older) Legolas/Gimli poems, which I unearthed while going over my writing notes.
Rating: a general PG-13; allusions to slash/sexual themes

** EARTH & SKY - DWARF & ELF **

~ Heart of a Dwarf ~
(c) Triskell, February 2004

(Gimli)

My prince, a strand of gold spins
Tales around my fingers,
Stories of the ancient ones
Your people knew and
Of the beauty of your kind.
An Elf-queen, terrible and true,
Has once bewitched my soul;
Her hair was of a hue with yours,
But could not match the brilliance
Of the glow yours has by moonlight
Or under the scorching Rohan sun.
No battles did she fight with me,
Nor did she spend her nights by
Guarding restless sleepers.
Though she did speak of
Long-forgotten times, of
Rites and bonds of yore,
You were the one to
Win the truce, with
Opened heart welcoming the trembling
Dwarf to settle by your side.

~ Marble Glow ~
(c) Triskell, January 2003/2004

(Gimli)

A pale light on your silken skin,
The smooth glow of the moon above,
Your milk and honey taste, all
Drown me, attach me to a being
Deep as sleep and raging rivers.
Your soul is closed from me and
Every touch of yours becomes
A riddle of sacred forms that flee
From mortal eyes; you are a spectre
And yet full of life, a ghostly beauty
With an air of spring and sunshine,
The grace of many winters past just
Slipping from you and a smile, a hand
That reaches, sure and warm for mine;
You draw me close, a point of contact
Underneath the stars that are as bright
And far as any image of yours in the night.

~ My Dwarf-Friend ~
(c) Triskell, 2003/2004

(Legolas)

Stones rejoice at your touch
And I envy them the warmth
Of your rough hand, the
Thrill of your body leaning

Heavily across them. Your
Sheer presence will possess
Them, like a dream of power
Written in the shadows of

Your dark, exhausted eyes,
So full of love and hunger
That speaks of life and of desire,
Yet still may seem but innocent

Compared to centuries of war
Etched into my old eyes.
You called me marble-etched and
Proud, my friend, a statue molded

From the deep, but not by you, not
By your loving hands that teach the
Stones to burn. My body was created
By the power of the forces that

Shaped our ever-different destinies;
So much I yearn to change my fate
And intertwine it fast with yours,
Cling to you as a vine does to

The rugged trunk rooted in stone,
I would forsake the starlight for
The darkness of your strong embrace,
And remain silent when you smile,

With my own song of love no more
But echoed deep within my ever beating heart.

~ Elven Song of Love ~
(c) Triskell, January 2003

(Legolas)

Must Elf and Dwarf forever be apart,
Torn from the other's side by words
Spoken by ancient fathers in a fit of rage?

Or is our separation timeless, ages old
And obscene like the shadows of the
Centuries I've lived before your birth?

Would I ask too much to take my pleasure
In your arms? A star am I, just fallen from
The sky into the earthen depths of mortal
Fire, of love the quenches dreams and
Tears, breaks open chasms and then
Bridges them again with one swift kiss.

Would it dishonour us to live our love,
To share each breath and every waking
Moment; to sleep in perfect unison and
Blissful ignorance of every startled glance
Thrown into our path?