He's watching my son again. I wonder if he's even aware he does. Sitting so near, he's far from me and this conversation
in a world where only the two of them exist -- a world he believes unattainable.
He jumps when I clear my throat. "Forgive me, you were saying, Master Glo--," I frown and he happily corrects
My son's beckoning distracts him anew. Turning as well, I see Legolas' longed-for world reflected in Gimli's
I wish they could see too, but all I may do is give my blessing.
"Well, go on. He's waiting for you."