Gimli stood, staring at the lights of Lothlórien.
It was already their last night there and it surprised him how much he
liked the place. He had been loath to sleep in case he missed something
of the splendor of it. True, it did not quite compare to his caves, but
still…. He sat on the ground leaning back against a tree and setting his
axe beside him. It was true that this was no place to use such a tool,
but he still felt better to have it with him. As he sat and watched the
trees footsteps came up behind him.
“Is it possible,” came a light voice. “That
a dwarf appreciates the land of elves this much?”
“Good evening to you too, Master Legolas,”
Gimli grunted.
“Now, now,” the elf chided. “I did not mean
it so harshly. May I sit beside you, friend Dwarf?”
Gimli shrugged. “I can’t stop you.”
With a light chuckle Legolas folded his long
frame on to the ground beside his companion. “My thanks.”
For awhile the two sat, looking at the lights
in the trees. Then Gimli broke the silence.
“Why do you call me that?”
“Call you what?” The elf seemed lost in a
world of his own, his fair face staring intently into the trees. He sat
with his long arms hugging his knees. Almost like a child would.
“Friend Dwarf.”
“Oh.” Legolas turned to Gimli and smiled.
“Well, you’re a friend and a dwarf. I suppose it makes such a good title
because it’s interesting. Except for Elrond’s people few elves have been
friends with Dwarves. It’s something of a novelty.”
“So it would be the same if I called you friend
Elf then, I suppose.”
Legolas turned to Gimli; there was something
that was…almost surprise in the elf’s face. “If you consider me a friend.”
“We share a quest don’t we?”
“Well, yes.”
“Might as well be friends then.”
“Ah.”
There was another long moment of silence.
Legolas hummed lightly in the back of his throat. It was a soft sound,
soothing and common.
“Thinking of some lady elf?” Gimli asked suddenly.
Legolas turned to look at him.
“Why would you say that?”
“You have the same look on your face Aragorn
gets when he’s thinking of Arwen.” Gimli laughed when Legolas’ eyes widened.
“I notice more than I let on.”
Legolas laughed. “You haven’t noticed everything.”
“Hm?”
Legolas let his head fall back on his shoulders,
his fair hair blanketing his upper back and shot Gimli a Look. “Females
aren’t really to my tastes, Gimli.”
It was the Dwarf’s turn to be slightly shocked.
He…well…it wasn’t that it was unheard of. Even he himself would admit to
thinking about other males ever now or then. But the way Legolas said it…it
almost made Gimli’s blood burn.
“Ever thought this might be our last night
sleeping safe?” the elf’s voice was nearly a purr. “I mean, no one knows
what will happen after this. Perhaps,” His eyes shot back towards the dwarf
beside him. “We should make the best of it.”
“What…exactly do you mean, Elf?”
Legolas let go of his knees and sat up properly,
now facing Gimli with a gleam in his brown-green eyes.
“Ever thought of having sex under the stars,
Gimli?” He chuckled, “I have seen you looking at me, you know.”
Gimli looked intently at the elf, the elf
who was basically offering himself to him. It was true. He had thought
about Legolas. It was hard not to. The only problem was…
“Come on…” Legolas purred. “Just a night won’t
hurt. And I’ll never tell. No image breaking from me.” Suddenly the elf’s
slim face was directly in front of Gimli’s. “I want to get fucked.”
Legolas leaned forward smoothly into a kiss, giving
the dwarf plenty of time to back out. He purred when Gimli’s lips met his,
and the dwarf’s beard scratched against his smooth cheek. Sliding his arms
around broad shoulders he leaned back in the grass, bringing Gimli with
him, moaning slightly as the dwarf thrust his tongue against Legolas’.
Long legs spread around Gimli’s hips, they rocked together and moaned as
Legolas’ hardening length brushed the stout shaft of Gimli’s partial arousal.
Elven lips fell to a dwarf’s ear, licking along the edge, biting at the
earlobe, serving to inflame as thick hands undid the ties of his tunic.
Legolas arched into Gimli’s touch, the sturdy hands brushing over his nipples
sent him gasping, rubbing himself wantonly against the dwarf.
“G-Gimli---“
“What do you want?” The dwarf’s voice was
very nearly a growl.
“You,” came the breathy reply. “In me please.”
The Elf’s slim hand had slid down his own body, undoing the front of his
leggings so his arousal sprang free.
Gimli’s eyes narrowed as Legolas wormed against him. He caught
the elf’s slim wrists and pulled them away from his groin.
“I’m in control,” he murmured. Legolas nodded,
and let his hands drop above his head and stay there.
There was no staring at each other in the
moonlight. Gimli stood, stripping off his own clothes, before untangling
the garments from Legolas’ lanky body and catching the blond in a hungry
kiss. Wet tongues swirled together, mimicking, mocking, searching for pleasure
they would need another means to get. Gimli drew back, replacing his tongue
with his fingers. Legolas needed no hinting. He sucked ravenously, his
eyes flickering from Gimli’s face to his straining arousal as he did so.
A slight grin lit his face, and his tongue flickered over his lips as the
now wet fingers started downward. His head was tilted back, his body slightly
arched, displaying himself for his partner. His hips rocked off the ground,
forcing Gimli to shove his fingers in faster.
“N-now!” Legolas hissed.
Gimli growled, then switched his penis with
his fingers so quickly it made Legolas howl, a cry that quickly turned
into a purr as he shoved himself back on his lover’s stout cock. Gimli
let out a breath between his teeth and shoved forward, wresting a delighted
cry from the elf as Gimli hit something that sent pleasure spinning from
his ass to his incapacitated brain. He pounded, unable to hold back, the
elf’s body was like a vice, so hot and tight that he couldn’t control himself.
That slim, no longer androgynous body spread out, so wantonly beneath him
served to inflame him further. Legolas arched his back, offering his neck
up to the dwarf, who took to it ravenously. Hot and screaming Legolas came,
clenching his muscles around Gimli’s swollen prick, buried deep inside
him. Then, with a bellow, so did Gimli himself, warming the elf’s insides
with this cum.
The two dropped off to sleep there, beneath
the tall trees of Lothlórien. Barely managing to awake before the
others they dressed, Gimli with his eyes downcast, and Legolas stealing
glimpses at the Dwarf who had taken him the previous night.
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heehee...toldja it was gonna be lemony... despite the looks there is actually a plot. And I soon as I finish rereading The Return of the King (for the third time) I will make sure I got the details correct. I just hope my grammer and spelling don't suck too bad. (heehee...suck...god, I need to get a new brain)