Disclaimers...I DON"T own Lord of the Rings or any charas or places
therein...though I do worship Tolkien-sama's toes. Well...ok. maybe just
his writing. And Legolas and Gimli as soooo sweet together. *sigh*
Warnings...SLASH, two men (arh...elf and dwarf, but both male) together.
this chapter ain't NC-17 yet, but the next definitally is...if ya don't
like don't read and since I warned you, it's pointless to flame me, but
you're welcome to try, I won't care.
ah...this is directly after the battle at Helms Deep...the very first
line is actually in the book and then, if I remember correctly neither
Legolas or Gimli have any lines for awhile.so...heehee,
Chapter one: how did this happen?
“…So glad am I to see you on your legs.” Legolas’ eyes
glowed with his words as the elf and the dwarf turned away from the other
company.
Gimli inspected Legolas with burning eyes.
“You sure you’re not wounded, Elf?” he demanded gruffly. Legolas smiled
down at him.
“Absolutely sure friend Dwarf,” the elf laughed,
leaning back against a tree and brushing his golden hair out of his eyes.
He stretched luxuriously, his ragged and torn clothing showing off strips
of pale but dirty skin. He smiled at the dwarf who was standing in front
of him, scowling. “Yes, Gimli?”
The Dwarf’s grimace deepened. He stood before
the elf, his hands resting on his hips, with his bloody axe gripped in
one thick fist. “I don’t really like the idea of you disappearing in the
middle of a battle,” he declared gruffly. Legolas laughed slightly and
stretched out one slim hand to touch the dwarf’s grubby cheek.
“Were you worried about me?” the elf murmured.
“I’m touched.”
“Stop it, Legolas.” Gimli shuddered slightly
at the touch.
“I’d rather kiss you,” came the sigh. Gimli
backed up a pace.
“Look, just because of that one night…” he
muttered. Legolas sighed.
“And here I thought you actually cared about
me.” He turned, and began to walk away from the little group. Suddenly
a black shadow grabbed him and dragged him behind a tree. Gimli panicked.
There must have been an orc or some such hiding! He was heading towards
the shadow; his hand gripping his battle-axe before he even realized what
he was doing. As he stepped into the darkness of the overshadowing trees
a painful thought zinged through his mind. ‘I wish I had my elf’s vision.’
He shook himself. ‘My elf? Right.’ Then a scream ripped across his hearing.
“GIMLI!!”
‘Gods, he’s yelling for me…That came from
the left!’ Gimli took off after the sound, Dwarfish feet carrying him swiftly
but heavily. Whatever it was that had Legolas could probably hear him,
but then again, he thought, straining his ears over the sounds of his own
footsteps, he could hear it too: the heavy breathing and loud steps of
some large creature.
“GIML—“
The cry was cut off. As if it screamer’s mouth
had been stopped or as if…as if...Gimli screeched to a halt as Legolas’
attacker finally came in view. It was a huge orc, the biggest he had seen
yet. It had Legolas’ slim knife in its fist, the point resting on the elf’s
arched throat. Gimli stood there with his axe raised, unable to move forward.
A knife arced through the air and imbedded
itself in the orc’s arm. With a bellow, the monster dropped Legolas as
his muscle spasmed. Given that slight opening Gimli rushed for the grey
creature, his axe burying itself inches deep in the things heaving chest.
Ripping it out he went for another blow, even as the orc began to topple
backwards. This one tore it from throat to groin, leaving it a seething,
pulpy mass of flesh.
Gimli stepped back, glancing around, waiting
for other of the monsters to come tumbling out of the darkness. But none
came.
“There was only the one.” Legolas’ voice drifted
soft and sweet through Gimli’s battle haze.
“What happened?” Gimli demanded of he elf
that now stood next to him. Legolas sighed.
“Even my hearing can get caught by surprise.
I wasn’t expecting anything and I was basically unarmed, easy prey.”
“Ah.” The elf’s speech was surprisingly technical.
“Guess this raises my score again then.”
Legolas chuckled slightly. “I suppose it does.”
He turned to go. “Thank you for the prompt rescue, friend Dwarf.” With
that he began to walk away, suddenly Gimli remembered something.
“You yelled my name.”
Legolas turned around. “What?” then his expression
cleared. “Oh, I suppose I did,” he said coolly. “I knew you were nearest.”
He turned and continued walking.
And for some reason, Gimli realized, that
hurt. Then he too began back towards their companions, no thought of that
saving knife even crossing his mind.
They rode together again that evening, as
they set out towards Isengard. That much was natural now, even if talking
to each other had suddenly become weird. Gimli realized though, that it
was possible that the comment about him being the closest was only Legolas
trying to get him back. After all, he probably had hurt the elf. But…he
was right wasn’t he? It had been a one-night thing. That was all.
TBC...with a flashback...this one should be done quicker...I hope
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