In the last few hours of this day, I have decided to share this excerpt of a thing that I'm trying so so so SO hard to make good. This is for my Fandom Trumps Hate bidder, and features Gimli doing a poor job of balancing the roles of adoring husband and Much Idolized Older Cousin.
It was not polite to question, but Uni could not resist it. “And you truly love him?” they burst out. “An elf?”
“You doubt that I know my own heart?” Now Gimli’s voice held a hint of warning, and Uni shook their head in shame.
“No, no it is not that, it is only” – They did know basic rules of etiquette; they swore it, but the words were coming out unbidden even as some part of their mind watched in horror. “He is so... stringy.”
Gimli threw back his head and roared; his laughter echoed off the stone walls. “I am telling him you said that.”
This story is speaking to me on an intellectual level-- as in, I am very intrigued to see where it goes and how it shapes up-- but unfortunately my interest in it is NOT translating to the lively writing I was hoping for. This bit is one of the few pieces that has even a modicum of life in it. But I'm holding out hope, and I've been working on it steadily, so maybe it'll come together one of these days.
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