She is ethereal
draped in beauty.
The gossamer of her robe
swirls around her in a cloud of lavender and faith.

She is an angel,
sent to Earth,
driven mad by ambition.
The ice of her eyes freezes blood in veins.

She has seen everything,
she has heard all.

A man millennia her younger
is now grizzled,
while she is locked in time.

She has seen the rise of man,
and she will see its fall.
He is ordinary.
He is humble.
He believes he is not worthy to bow at her feet.
Their people have been at odds for centuries.

He can have anything,
she says.

He can ask for her to change the tides,
and she would do it for him.
He is awestruck by her beauty.
He is frightened by the cold light radiating from her skin.
His tongue is heavy.
His mind is blank.
There is only one thing he wants.
But he can't ask for that.
It is impossible.
Beauty is not something to be given away.

She kneels in front of him.
Their faces are inches away.
The small space is purgatory.
He is Earth.
She is heaven.

He makes his request.
She smiles gently.

"What did you ask for?"
"I asked for a hair from her head. She gave me three."

Author's Note- This is just a poem I wrote about Galadriel and Gimli. I'm not sure if I got the Legolas and Gimli quote at the end quite right, so if someone could tell me someone the exact quote, that'd be great.

I'd enjoy a review, if you don't mind :)