Galadriel: And what gift would a Dwarf ask of the Elves?
Gimli: Nothing. Except to look upon the Lady of the Galadhrim one last time, for she is more fair than all the jewels beneath the earth.
[Galadriel giggles, smiling at the Dwarf. He turns to walk away, then halts and turns back.]
Gimli: Actually, there was one thing — ah, agh, that’s quite impossible. Stupid to ask.
[Gimli sits in his boat with Legolas, a far away look in his eyes, a faint smile upon his face.]
Gimli: I have taken my worst wound at this parting, having looked my last upon that which is fairest. Haugh, henceforth I will call nothing fair unless it be her gift to me.
Legolas: What was her gift?
Gimli: I asked her for one hair from her golden head. She gave me three. [Legolas smiles.]