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Night had fallen over Lothlórien. The faint daylight that had seeped through the cloth binding the company's eyes had faded. The wind whispered in the enormous trees, which Gimli knew to be towering above where they were resting.
The hobbits were quietly murmuring to each other a small distance away. Gimli could hear the deeper timbre of Boromir's hushed voice among them. Where the other two were he knew not. He felt the strong urge to rip the blindfold from his head; being treated like a criminal rankled. Respect for Aragorn's leadership alone stayed his hands, but he could not help the angry snort that escaped him as shifted on the ground, in search of a comfortable position.
Suddenly he felt warmth of a second body next to his own. The movement had been entirely soundless. Legolas, Gimli thought, as the elf briefly rested his hand on Gimli's arm.
"It is I, come to keep you company.", Legolas said quietly. "I can hear you are still unhappy about our predicament. As am I." He paused. "But I understand the apprehension of my brethren, and Aragorn's demand for us all to be treated the same."
Gimli grunted his assent. A gust of wind rustled the leaves above. He drew his blanket closer about himself. The others had fallen quiet. Gimli was suddenly glad for Legolas' company in the sightless dark. As he was still pondering a more eloquent response, the elf laughed quietly and continued: "What a curious turn our lives have taken. Here we are, an elf and a dwarf, bound as brothers to the fate of the ring. I am now your brother more than I am theirs, and so I will proudly walk blindfolded while you do. Nonetheless, I hope we will soon gaze upon Caras Galadhon together."