Legolas laughed in the shadows, watching his lover challenge the repentant and laughing Eomer. He chuckled when the axe was never lifted after Eomer’s excuse of preferring Arwen to the lady Galadriel.
 
“You have chosen the Evening; but my love is given to the Morning.”

 Legolas blinked, then shrugged, curious. Love Gimli had said. Did he mean that his love was to the lady? And somehow…somehow Gimli was looking straight at him. He smiled, laughing.

 ‘You do watch everything, don’t you?’
 

 Later that night, Legolas pulled Gimli aside, smiling at him as they walked to ‘Legolas’’ room.

“Do you still hold to the claim that Galadriel is the fairest, Gimli?” he asked softly. The dwarf scoffed.

 “I said fairest lady, Elf, not overall.”

 “Oh really,” a dark eyebrow was raised. “And who would be that?”

 “Don’t act naïve, Elf.”

 Legolas shrugged. “Alright then.” He turned, preparing to head in the opposite direction. Gimli growled.

 “Where do you think you’re going?”

 Legolas blinked. “Research of course.”

 “The only research your doing is going to be in bed.” Gimli growled, grabbing the elf’s wrist.

 Legolas smiled, letting himself get pulled back. “I can deal with that.”

 “You’d better.”

 The smile Legolas gave him was enough to make Gimli shudder. Despite their adventures he still hadn’t gotten used to the way the elf mad him feel. He put it down
to not having time, to worrying, to suddenly having the quest be over and what he could concentrate on, what he was concentrating on, was Legolas. And the elf made him feel things, and he wasn’t sure if that was good or bad…probably good. But right then… Right then there was a gorgeous elf standing, half naked in front of him, his doing thank you very much, and he needed to do something about it.

 The elf’s soft, musical voice: “like what you see, Gimli?”

 Gimli chuckled, low and deep in his throat, laying one thick hand on the elf’s smooth chest. He pushed the elf back to sit on the bed, then climbed up after him.

 “I like nothing better and you know that.”

 “I should hope so.” Legolas lay back, pulling Gimli down on top of him. The distance between them was not so great, the top of Gimli’s head came to just below
Legolas’ shoulder, no different than some men and women, but it was easier this way as they set their lips against the other’s.

Gimli nearly grinned against Legolas’ lips as his lover sighed. His square palms stroked down the elf’s smooth flanks.

 “So beautiful, my elf…”

 Legolas purred, his hands clutching, stroking Gimli’s broad, strong shoulders, burying his fingers in his lover’s mane of chestnut hair. His green eyes slitted and his mouth fell open slightly, full lips inviting the kiss Gimli bestowed upon them. They were sweet and soft, these slow kisses of the early evening. No entangling tongues no heated, wet dives. Simply warm breath mingling between the two, the brush of soft lips, and the caress of a cheek. Simple kiss after simple kiss as they lay together, still fully clothed on the warm bed. Eventually Gimli’s fingers entangled themselves in the lacings of Legolas’ tunic. He pulled them apart, stroking that small patch of smooth, bared chest. Gimli marveled at the differences between them, the pale, slim, smoothness of the elf versus the hard, dusky, rugged, furriness of him, the dwarf. His beard rasped against the fabric of his lover’s shirt as he left small sucking kisses on the exposed skin. Strong, long fingered hands were stroking his shoulders, his braided hair, encouraging him. He looked upwards, then let his body follow his gaze for a kiss. This one longer, soft but open, licking.

 “Will you, love?” Legolas whispered. Gimli didn’t bother to nod. He kissed the elf yet again; exploring that smaller, delicate yet so useful mouth as his hands traveled downwards, no longer even fumbling with Legolas’ belt. His hands slid up inside the forest green tunic, tracing smooth, soft planes of flesh that arched wantonly into his sure touch. He slid the shirt upward, and Legolas’ raised his arms, letting Gimli slide the shirt off of him, leaving him lying bare chested, long blond hair tousled and spread out on the pillow behind him.

 “You said,” he murmured, forestalling another kiss. “That you were in love with Galadriel.”

 Gimli smirked, his hand stroking through the elf’s soft hair. “I said, elf, that my love was to the morning. I never specified which, for you are just as light as she.”

 Legolas laughed lightly, wrapping his long arms around Gimli’s broad chest. “I am sure that somehow it is blasphemy to compare me to the Lady, my dwarven
love.”

 The smirk turned to a smile as Gimli set his lips to the pale shell of his elf’s ear. “Not you, another perhaps. But you…it is merely the truth.”

Legolas smiled, letting himself sprawl as the dwarf’s lips dipped to ravish the white column of his neck, biting at the tendons there lightly, but still hard enough to make him arch into the touch. Gimli’s hands traveled down his willing body, stopping briefly to toy with the pink buds of his nipples before continuing their journey. The lacings of Legolas’ pants were made tight by the bulge pressing against them, but skilled fingers made quick work of the laces, none the less, the pull and whisper of the leather against his erection made Legolas all the harder.
 
“You’re still dressed,” he observed, carefully manipulating the dwarf out of his tunic, thankful yet again that the armor had been abandoned with the end of the war. His fingers combed through the bush of hair on Gimli’s chest, so unlike his own, yet so pleasant, warm, the same chestnut as Gimli’s hair. A rumble slid through Gimli’s chest, tingling against Legolas’ fingers as the brushed a ruddy nipple. Gimli caught the elf’s roaming hands and pressed them to the bed. Kissing the elf with a ‘stay there’ message in his eyes before removing his own pants. They moved close then, naked bodies pressed together sweetly, until Gimli rocked his hips against Legolas’, leaving the elf gasping. Long legs fell open drawing Gimli’s hips between them, opening his hips to his lover, the only asking he ever had to do. Blunt teeth set to his pale shoulder, drawing a red mark to the tender skin. Legolas hummed, bending his neck for a kiss, pleading for the feel of wet tongues tangling together inside his own mouth.

 Gimli withdrew from the kiss, for a minute watching his lovers mouth open and wet, tempting. Then he reached the short space over to the table, a pot of oils, coating his fingers and then…

 “Uhhh!”

 Legolas’ throat tightened in attempts to swallow his cries. He felt perfect, warm, sweet, full. Gimli’s mouth came back up from lapping at his neck and covered his
mouth as a second finger entered, stretching him open for his lover’s thickness.

 A surprising, small but sweet smile lit Gimli’s face as he entered his lover, a sweet tightness around his cock sent his senses charging but it was the ecstatic look of the elf’s face that made him smile.

 “Gimli…” A breathy whisper escaped the elf as his lover licked over the shell of his pointed ear. Gimli’s thick cock moved inside him in minute thrusts. Nice, but…He shoved back on the happy intruder, his hands clutching at Gimli’s broad back. The rumble of the dwarf’s chuckle echoed deep in his own chest as the thrusts sped up, hitting something deliciously sensitive inside him, setting off fireworks in his already well used nerve ends. His pale hands dug into his lover’s chestnut hair, catching him by the ears and pulling him up for a deep kiss, his tongue shoving against Gimli’s while his hips thrust back seekingly against Gimli’s cock.

 Gimli’s fingers trailed through Legolas’ bright hair as he broke the kiss for breath, grunting slightly as well worked muscles in the elf’s ass gripped him in an erotic vice.

 “Mmmmm, Gimli…”

 Gimli thrust to the beat of those soft cries, coming so close to the edge from the heat, the tightness, the look in those green eyes.

 “My beautiful elf.”

 Underused endearments made Legolas purr. He wrapped his arms and legs around Gimli’s body in an attempt to get even closer. Tightening himself even further, moving hard, so close to harshly against the others body. Gimli gasped, jerking slightly and his hand closed around Legolas’ slim member. Close…so close, my love.

 Arousal and near release boiled hot and tight in Gimli’s balls and his hand tightened around the pale shaft in his hand, stroking, playing with the head. Legolas’ gasped his hot cum splashing out over his lover’s hand and his own chest. His ass clenched around Gimli’s erection and the dwarf groaned, almost yelling as his own seed rushed out of him, spilling into his elf’s tight cavern.

 Legolas relaxed back, pulling his lover to lie with him, still atop him, still inside him, warm, filling, and comforting. Eventually he giggled and Gimli grumbled at him, nearly asleep.

 “What?”

 “You really can’t say that I’m as light as Galadriel, Gimli, I am a dark elf after all.”

 “I can say whatever I damn well please, elf.”

 Legolas smiled, turning over to spoon back into Gimli’s body and pull the covers up around them. “Alright, dryad.”

 Gimli merely grunted, and kissed the back of Legolas’ neck through his hair.

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Yayyyy! More Legolas/Gimli done! Happy happy! Pleeease review? And don’t bother to flame me. They’re sooo close to together in the books and if you didn’t like this kinda stuff, I did warn you so why did you read it? But if you liked it…or have constructive criticism (yes, happy cc!) please?
~Isabella

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