Gimli - a poetic biography
When Gimli was a baby
His Daddy swelled with pride,
But adults fled at just one glimpse
And other babies cried.
If Mommy took him to the park
All around would stop and stare,
Yet baby Gimli would smile at them
Through his mass of facial hair.
When little Gimli went to school
All the children turned their backs,
So he would tip-toe up behind
And scare them with his axe.
But once they got to know him
They loved his style and grace,
So it didn't seem to matter
That they couldn't see his face.
By the time he went to college
Gimli was the coolest dwarf in town
And he was thrilled that on his Prom night
He was given the Prom Kings crown.
His yearbook entry made him laugh
Though he couldn't work out why
He was voted 'Most likely to succeed
In slaying Uruk-Hai'
So Gimli grew into a dwarf
With stature strong and fine
Then off went he to Rivendell
To become one of The Nine
The rest we know, we've read the book
It's written down for us to see.
We've grown to love this hairy dwarf
And the warrior he came to be.
(So, the moral of the story is
If you think that someone's weird,
Look really hard and you will find
A friend behind the beard).
-Wheathills
Musing on Gimli
Whenever I read or think about the last battle in ROTK, I can't help
but think about how much different the battle would have been if an
army of dwarves from Erebor and the Iron Hills had showed up. I keep
imagining Gimli as the commander of the dwarves. I really think Gondor
and Rohan could have used some dwarven prowess. But just imagine
that...a second Last Alliance...with dwarves!
- Flame of Thangorodrim
A Villanelle for Gimli, son of Gloin
He loved the good fight
He belonged to a race apart
He loved the lady of light
His bark was worse than his bite
In the Fellowship he played his part
He loved the good fight
His love for the lady was true and right
In Lothlorien he left his heart
He loved the lady of light
Across the chest his chain-mail was tight
His aim with the axe was like a dart
He loved the good fight
He would run all day and half the night
True to his companions from the start
He loved the lady of light
His axe wielding was quite a sight
His friendships were works of art
He loved the good fight
He loved the lady of light
Not quite a Hobbit not quite a Man
Sure not an Elf or I'll be da---
But he's a good fellow
Sure ain't no yellow
When it comes to beatin' up them orcs
Figures there's no better sports
With his great swinging ax
With many a whack, whack, whacks!
Every Orc's doom
Makes Samwisegirl swoon
He's every girl's dream date--
He's Gimli the Great!
Gimli's a Dwarf--of that there's no doubt!
And what others say he'll just go an' shout
Great big shoulders and a long handsome beard
This is the guy that orcs are afeared
But he wasn't too keen on that Leggy blond Elf
He could destroy the Ring all by himself!
But the Elf boy was goin' and so he was, too
No way blondy was gonna tell him to shoo!
But then they went into Elven trees fair
And there Gimli got a three strands of Queen hair
And now there's no better friends than that queer set of boys
Killin' them orcs with them nice shiny toys
For who could not like that Great Gimli dude?
Anyone who doesn't is just plain rude!
I hope y'all liked this poem about Gimli the Great
The handsome young Dwarf whose Elf's best mate
'Cause there's no better Man than the one who's not
I wonder if Samwisegirl thinks he is hot . . .?
- Peregrine
My
Middle Earth/Moria moment...
At work, we listen to National Public Radio to pass the later hours of
the afternoon. The other day, the commentators were discussing the
looting of the Baghdad museum and treasuries. All of a sudden, out of
nowhere, my manager shouts out "They've taken the Bridge of
Khazad-dum!" I had to laugh, despite the serious subject matter at
hand, at the sheer implications of a group of looters carrying an
ancient stone bridge out of a museum...not to mention the fact that the
Dwarven language always seemed to sound a bit Middle-Eastern to me.
Speaking of the Dwarven language, and being
that it is Gimli Day, I was recently wondering about the secrecy of
Dwarven names. I'd been entertaining the thought as to what Gimli's
real name was. Being that "Gimli" is such a short, cute, and cheerful
sounding word, I figured his real name would be long, tedious, and
dramatic like Montezuma or Kalamazoo. Or perhaps Rumplestiltskin?
- Emyn
Gimli, Gloin’s son, took his axe,
And gave the Uruk-Hai forty whacks.
When Gimli bragged what he had done,
Legolas answered “forty one!"
- Mathom
Ode to Dwarven Hair
Oh, Dwarven hair is a luxurious thing -
From head and chin it seems to spring.
No female Dwarves, you may have heard,
But that, of course, is quite absurd.
For this, this beards must take the blame,
For we both wear them just the same.
It is the Dwarven thing to do,
Because they're great for catching stew!
- Nuroreiel
Gimli – A Lantern Poem
Soars
Can’t jump
Super Dwarf
Don’t tell the Elf
Flies
The Game – A Lantern Poem
Game
Tally
Forty-two
Dwarf’s forty-three
Gloats
- Dinledhwen
Golden Hair
I have gazed upon your beauty
I will hold nothing as fair
I treasure ever your gift to me
Three strands of your golden hair
- Onono Laivindur
