the lotr films love to present gimli as the ugly, dirty, ignorantly rude
comic relief when the reality is that aragorn is a sweaty, grimy,
greasy-haired ranger who sleeps rough on the road and maybe bathes once a
month, and legolas is a feral cat who eats dirt and sleeps in trees and threatens
anyone who tries to start shit with his friends with a notched arrow to the skull regardless of the potential consequences,
while gimli is a dwarf prince who actually acts the part, is
well-educated and mannered, has a strong sense of honor and duty,
appreciates song, poetry and other fine arts and crafts as well as food
and drink, and is actually probably the cleanest member of the three
hunters. anti-dwarf propaganda never sleeps.
headcanon that during their time in the wild together chasing merry and
pippin aragorn and legolas started behaving more and more oddly and
gimli wasn’t sure whether it was because they were becoming friends so
they felt they could be more like themselves around each other or if
they were just fucking with him, but either way he was too afraid to ask
aragorn: *crouches down* *picks up a fistful of soil and starts chewing it thoughtfully* the uruk-hai are heading east
gimli: you can tell that just from the dirt?
aragorn: what? oh no, i figured that out from these tracks here. this is just a snack.
gimli:
legolas: *tears a strip of moss from one of the trees in fangorn forest and starts munching on it as they walk*
gimli, sniffling: i hate this fucking family
