Gimli's Prophecy

Summary: The prophecy of the Witch-king had more than one loophole.

Warning: I don't know; maybe language and innuendo somewhere along the way.

Challenge: This is because of a review by rothos in my 'End Without a Bang' ficlet.

Timeline: AU 134 years before 'The Fellowship of the Ring'.

Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings characters belong to J. R. R. Tolkien, Peter Jackson and New Line Cinema. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.

Lands of Erebor

It may have been considered odd that the Nazgul bothered to come to the land of the dwarves, but yet, there they were.

Gimli, son of Gloin, watched as the monsters slaughtered his people. But it was the leader that earned the hatred of the young dwarf. The Witch-king of Angmar, Lord of the Nazgul, killed his family in front of Gimli. Not only that, he relished the blood which dripped from his blade. Then he turned his eyes to the last member of the family and approached.

Drawing on the instinct of his ancestors, Gimli picked up the small axe that he had just received for his fifth year of life and threw it with all his might. He couldn't tell who was more surprised that the axe found its mark in the Witch-king's neck: him or the Witch-king. They both knew of the prophecy spoken by Glorfindel long ago.

"Do not pursue him! He will not return to these lands. Far off yet is his doom, and not by the hand of man will he fall."

Never had it occurred to anyone that the prophecy was specific just to the race of man. In fact, it was assumed in many circles that only Sauron could destroy him. But apparently, a dwarf of five years was able to fulfill the prophecy. Too bad it was at such a high cost.

A/N: Huh, not as victorious or humorous as I had hoped when I started the ficlet.