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b2memB2MeM Prompt-“On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, On crowns they hung The dragon-fire, in twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun.” JRR Tolkien, The Hobbit. Path:Purple
Format:Scenelette
Genre:Gen
Rating:Gen
Warnings:None
Characters:Gloin, Gimli.
Pairings:None
Creator’s Notes:This is a none profit fanfic based on the work of JRR Tolkien
Summary:Gloin teaches his son about the fashioning of gems
A CHIP OFF THE OLD BLOCK.
“What's this one, Da?” Gimli held up what looked to him to be a lump of dirty grey quartz.
Gloin's bushy brows rose, his voice harsh. “Don't drop it! That, laddie, is a diamond.”
Gimli jumped so suddenly that he almost did drop the stone. Only generations of inherited respect for the cutting of gems enabled him to retain his grip, and he looked down at the unprepossessing stone in his gloved palm. “If elves think these are special I'm not surprised that Ma says they're touched in the head.” But he did hand back the diamond when Gloin demanded its return with an imperious wave of his hand.
“Well, it's not worth much like that, but once it's been cut and charged properly . . . now that's a different matter.” Gloin drew out a shallow drawer and Gimli gasped in awe.
On a cloth of deepest blue sat row upon row of sparkling, glittering, clear diamonds. Gloin nodded proudly. “Aye. These were charged last night. And a more perfect night you couldn't find. The moon was full and not a cloud in the sky.” His eyes took on an avaricious gleam. “That elven kinglet will pay a pretty penny for gems like these. And if not he, then the men away down in Gondor are not averse to them either.”
Gimli frowned. “I've been told about cutting but what's, 'charging', Da?”
“Do they teach you nothing practical in that school of yours?” Gloin tutted, then selected a cut gem and held it up to the light. “A diamond is just a diamond unless you set it out in the moonlight a while. Then it soaks up the glow and comes to life. Look here.”
Gimli allowed his father to draw him close and both looked up into the faceted jewel. Sure enough, when turned at just the right angle, a glimmer of moonlight was seen, caught right at the heart of the stone. “It's beautiful, Da. Will you teach me how to cut and charge them one day?”
Gloin smiled, clapping his son on the back. “Aye, laddie. That I will. Now that we have our mountain back there'll be plenty to practice on.” Then he frowned as he considered the value of the diamonds before him. “But I think we'll start you off on a few bits of rose quartz and work our way up to diamonds.”
END
Format:Scenelette
Genre:Gen
Rating:Gen
Warnings:None
Characters:Gloin, Gimli.
Pairings:None
Creator’s Notes:This is a none profit fanfic based on the work of JRR Tolkien
Summary:Gloin teaches his son about the fashioning of gems
A CHIP OFF THE OLD BLOCK.
“What's this one, Da?” Gimli held up what looked to him to be a lump of dirty grey quartz.
Gloin's bushy brows rose, his voice harsh. “Don't drop it! That, laddie, is a diamond.”
Gimli jumped so suddenly that he almost did drop the stone. Only generations of inherited respect for the cutting of gems enabled him to retain his grip, and he looked down at the unprepossessing stone in his gloved palm. “If elves think these are special I'm not surprised that Ma says they're touched in the head.” But he did hand back the diamond when Gloin demanded its return with an imperious wave of his hand.
“Well, it's not worth much like that, but once it's been cut and charged properly . . . now that's a different matter.” Gloin drew out a shallow drawer and Gimli gasped in awe.
On a cloth of deepest blue sat row upon row of sparkling, glittering, clear diamonds. Gloin nodded proudly. “Aye. These were charged last night. And a more perfect night you couldn't find. The moon was full and not a cloud in the sky.” His eyes took on an avaricious gleam. “That elven kinglet will pay a pretty penny for gems like these. And if not he, then the men away down in Gondor are not averse to them either.”
Gimli frowned. “I've been told about cutting but what's, 'charging', Da?”
“Do they teach you nothing practical in that school of yours?” Gloin tutted, then selected a cut gem and held it up to the light. “A diamond is just a diamond unless you set it out in the moonlight a while. Then it soaks up the glow and comes to life. Look here.”
Gimli allowed his father to draw him close and both looked up into the faceted jewel. Sure enough, when turned at just the right angle, a glimmer of moonlight was seen, caught right at the heart of the stone. “It's beautiful, Da. Will you teach me how to cut and charge them one day?”
Gloin smiled, clapping his son on the back. “Aye, laddie. That I will. Now that we have our mountain back there'll be plenty to practice on.” Then he frowned as he considered the value of the diamonds before him. “But I think we'll start you off on a few bits of rose quartz and work our way up to diamonds.”
END
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