Feanor was greatest among the elves. The first born of the first elf created by Iluvatar he was unparalleled in skill of hand and his craft was the admiration of the Valar. Strong willed in both good and evil, proud in despair his oath his doom. Galadriel was born of his step mother’s son. Galadriel, most beautiful of all of the house of Finwë (Feanor’s step brother ) her hair was lit with gold as though it had caught in a mesh the radiance of Laurelin. They all lived more or less as kin, but Feanor was considered eldest and heir. Galadriel was the greatest of the noldor, save Feanor maybe, though she was wiser than he and her wisdom grew with her age. The Eldar said, perhaps the light of the two trees were snared in her tresses. Feanor beheld the hair of Galadriel with wonder and delight and THRICE begged for a tress. But Galadriel could look into hearts even in her youth , and she saw darkness and greed in Feanor’s and did not give a single lock. And the two greatest of the elves were unfriends forever. Feanor however having got the idea about the mingling of the lights off the two trees from Galadriel’s hair he creates the greatest jewels on Ea and captured the light of the two trees – the three silmarilli. Many ages pass. The treachery of Morgoth and his ultimate end, the many sorrows of the elves, the waxing and waning of Numenor and the power of Sauron and under the twilight of the age of the Rings, during the farewell to Lörien the epic conversation between dwarf and elf occurs. Dwarves were created by Aüle and adopted by Iluvatar but were put in hibernation to wake up later, so that the children of Iluvatar’s design, the firstborn, the elves come in the big picture in the beginning. They were to forever dislike each other.
So when Gimli son of Gloin stutters and stammers into one of the most thought provoking scenes in LOTR. .
‘None, Lady,’ answered Gimli. ‘It is enough for me to have seen the Lady of the Galadhrim, and to have heard her gentle words.’ ‘Hear all ye Elves!’ she cried to those about her. ‘Let none say again that Dwarves are grasping and ungracious! Yet surely, Gimli son of Glóin, you desire something that I could give? Name it, I bid you! You shall not be the only guest without a gift.’ ‘There is nothing, Lady Galadriel,’ said Gimli, bowing low and stammering. ‘Nothing, unless it might be –unless it is permitted to ask, nay, to name a single strand of your hair, which surpasses the gold of the earth as the stars surpass the gems of the mine. I do not ask for such a gift. But you commanded me to name my desire.’ The Elves stirred and murmured with astonishment, and Celeborn gazed at the Dwarf in wonder, but the Lady smiled. ‘It is said that the skill of the Dwarves is in their hands rather than in their tongues,’ she said; ‘yet that is not true of Gimli. For none have ever made to me a request so bold and yet so courteous. And how shall I refuse, since I commanded him to speak? But tell me, what would you do with such a gift?’ ‘Treasure it, Lady,’ he answered, ‘in memory of your words to me at our first meeting. And if ever I return to the smithies of my home, it shall be set in imperishable crystal to be an heirloom of my house, and a pledge of good will between the Mountain and the Wood until the end of days.’ Then the Lady unbraided one of her long tresses, and cut off THREE golden hairs, and laid them in Gimli’s hand. ‘These words shall go with the gift,’ she said. ‘I do not foretell, for all foretelling is now vain: on the one hand lies darkness, and on the other only hope. But if hope should not fail, then I say to you, Gimli son of Glòin, that your hands shall flow with gold, and yet over you gold shall have no dominion.
Feanor in his pride bound his and his children’s destiny to the crowning glory of his creation the silmarilli. Long ages of war with the shadow and destruction of anything in their path with little regard to kin passed away when the silmarilli was finally in their hands when they realised that they could not hold the gems. The destruction, sorrow and hate they had left in their wake had changed them. But rather than let go, they chose destruction and perished with their prize.
When Galadriel says that gold would have no dominion over Gimli we see the diametric opposite of Feanor whose greed and pride blinded and mastered him even to his fall.
Gimli wanted to treasure the locks like the Silmarilli in unperishable crystal but not out of pride and greed but out of love and friendship, to remember and cherish and grow. Though it seems the same, yet everything was different. The fate of children of design and of hopeful chance meeting their destiny in a friendship till time endured.