Everythin belongs of course of J.R.R Tolkien, I’ve just borrowed it 😀
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Gimli laid on a bed in Tol Eressëa. He was old now, much older than dwarves used to be. The once red-brown hair was now silver-white. His face had many deep lines and the strength in the hands had slowly failed. Only his heart was the same as in old days.

Next to him stood his best friend. The years had passed him by and the elven-fair face was as it had been for many ages. A silver-tear ran slowly down his cheek and his eyes were blank when he looked at the dwarf.

Gimli opened his eyes and gave him a small smile.

– My time has come, Legolas. Soon I will pass beyond the circles of the world. I’m old; older than the most of my forefathers was when their time came. No one could ask for better.

– I know that my friend, answered the elf. But thought I know this moment would come a day, I still wish that we could wander under the trees once more.

Gimli nodded his head;

– Aye, Legolas. But remember that perhaps we’ll meet again after the end.

– I hope so, Gimli. It seems so far away. You are going to a place where I cannot.

– Yes, nodded Gimli again. The Elves cannot understand the fate of death, not either will they do before the ending of the world.

Legolas looked out through the window; is was a fair day, blue sky without a cloud and a soft wind came from the west. He had known that this would come, the day when all of his mortal friends would lay dead.

– No, he said slowly. But who whom will envy the other in the end, I cannot tell.

The dwarf didn’t answer, he laid quiet for a while, then he took forward a small silver-box from a pocket and gave it to his friend.

– Here, take it just as a memory of me and the others of our fellowship.

Legolas took the box and opened it. Inside laid a little flower of niphrendil made of mithril. It hung from a thin silver-chain and when Legolas took it up to looked at it was it like a clear light shone from it. The elf looked at Gimli but he could not say anything; it was like his mouth could not open. Gimli smiled slowly at him, he already knew what the elf tried to find words for.

– Legolas, he said at last. Dark comes for my eyes. Do not grief for me, one day we will meet again. Farewell!

Legolas took his friends hand in his.

– Do not ask me to not grief, Gimli son of Glóin. You know that I will. Farewell!

Gimli shut his eyes and took his last breath. It was like he was asleep, but the trances of the time was gone from his face. He looked young again, although he had the same honour as an old king, crowned by many winters. The elf sat in silence and looked at the dwarf with tears running from his eyes. He did not move before the moon had raised over the horizon, then he laid Gimli’s hand over the other, went up from the chair and bowed for the dead and walked slowly our from the room.