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The Gift or The Giver	By : Wednesdayschild Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Gift or The Giver

Author: Wednesdayschild

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: slash

Spoilers: LOTR

Pairings: Legolas/Gimli
Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be. I am making no profit from this.

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Legolas knew that Gimli regularly bolted his door before he retired for the night, so the elf took to the rooftops again. He would not be expected back so soon, thus he must be careful. He did not wish to receive an axe through his skull before he even spoke a word. The elf dropped soundlessly onto the balcony of Gimli�s rooms from the roof above. He moved into the shadows, peering through the archway to locate his friend.

Gimli sat before the cold hearth, mug of ale in his hand, staring off into space. It was clear the he was in a morose frame of mind. A slight smirk formed on the elf�s lips. The dwarf was in for a rather rapid mood change.

�Gimli,� he called softly, stepping into the room.

The dwarf came out of his chair with a shout, dropping his ale and reaching reflexively for his axe. His body relaxed when he recognized the elf, but a fierce scowl grew on his face.

�Blasted, daft, bloody, point ear!� The irate dwarf shouted. �You could have knocked on the damn door!� Legolas could not help but laugh.

�Gimli, if you could see your face!� He chuckled again before sobering. �I did not think that you would let me in,� Legolas explained, the vulnerable expression he had worn at Gimli�s revelation returning to his fair face.

�Of course I�d have let you in, you idiot! I�m still your friend, even if you don�t feel the same way about me that I do about you,� came the dwarf�s huffed reply as he returned to his chair.

�You always say the kindest things to me,� the prince retorted his voice dripping with sarcasm, a bit stung by being called an idiot. �And you are the idiot if you have not seen that I do return your feelings.� He dropped into the chair opposite Gimli�s folding his arms over his chest and glaring at the flabbergasted dwarf.

�You do?� Gimli asked as soon as he was capable of speech.

�Yes, I do,� the elf replied, still glaring. �Idiot.�

A ghost of a smile began to form on the dwarf�s lips, well hidden by his beard. Legolas was still glaring, plainly miffed that things had not gone as he had planned. Gimli found it amusing.

�Crazy tree hugger,� he said, watching the elf�s face carefully.

�Small brained stone beater,� the elf retorted, his glare deepening.

�Flighty flower picker.�

�Miserly rock cleaver.�

�Hare brained star gazer.� The dwarf was having trouble maintaining a scowl. The corner of Legolas� mouth was twitching suspiciously.

�Dirt grubbing treasure hoarder,� the elf returned, a hint of challenge in his expression. Gimli rose from his seat and crossed the distance between them, taking Legolas� chin in his hand.

�That one I�ll claim if the treasure is you,� he said, smiling at last. �But you can keep the dirt.� He chuckled, running his fingers over the smooth skin of the elf�s jaw. �No doubt you�ll plant a tree in it.� His hand strayed up to caress a gracefully pointed ear and Legolas� eyes fluttered shut in pleasure.

�Do not think that this means that I will spend one more moment than necessary in those caves of yours,� he said his voice low and husky with desire despite his teasing words.

�Oh, about 15 minutes should do just fine,� the dwarf returned with a smirk.

�Gimli!� Legolas� eyes shot open, a lovely blush coloring his cheeks and ears. He recovered quickly enough, however, to quip back. �If that is all the time it takes, I shall be very disappointed.�

�So would I,� Gimli said with a laugh. His expression sobered then and he cupped the elf�s cheek in his hand. �This won�t be an easy path for us to take. Neither of our fathers will like this at all, and some of our friends may not either.�

�We need not worry where Aragorn, Arwen, and Gandalf are concerned,� the elf replied with a laugh. �They already know and approve. However, there is the little matter of a wager on the subject between Arwen and Aragorn that needs to be addressed.� Gimli gave a shout of laughter.

�Who won?�

�Arwen,� Legolas snickered. Gimli laughed heartily and then sobered, his eyes wandering over the elf�s finely sculpted features.

�Lad, as much as I enjoy talking with you, there are other things I�d rather do right now,� the dwarf stated, running his thumb lightly over the elf�s lower lip.

�Like this?� Legolas asked, moving swiftly to touch his mouth to Gimli�s.

�Aye, just like that,� the dwarf replied when they came up for air. He leaned in again only to meet the fingers of the Legolas� left hand.

�Gimli, we must not rush this. It would be all too easy to ruin things by moving too swiftly.� Ageless blue-gray eyes stared into warm brown eyes and the dwarf nodded. �Besides,� the elf continued with a puckish grin, �as elves and dwarves both love only once in their lives I think we both deserve to be courted, do you not agree?�

�Aye, though it may well be the death of me, I know you�re right.� Gimli gave a frustrated sigh. Legolas favored him with a sweet smile.

�I did not say that you could not kiss me.�

�Good,� was the reply as Gimli truly claimed the elf�s lips.

It was not a gentle meeting of mouths as the previous kiss had been but a thorough plundering that left Legolas gasping for air and turned his knees to water, making him profoundly grateful that he was already sitting down. Catching his breath, he matched Gimli stroke for stroke, their tongues battling for dominance. The dwarf�s hands tangled in Legolas� hair as his tangled in Gimli�s. The dwarven fingers drifted to lightly brush the tip of an elven ear drawing a low moan from its owner.

The mouth against his felt like heated silk to Gimli, but under the silk was the warrior�s fierceness that made the fires of the dwarf�s desire burn even hotter. The moan Legolas uttered when Gimli caressed his ear only stoked those fires more and he pressed tighter against the elf�s body, his hands moving from the blond locks down to explore the hard muscles of the shoulders and chest honed by centuries of archery and knife work.

The need to breathe made it necessary to end the kiss and they reluctantly parted flushed and panting, desire for each other plainly written in their eyes. Gimli lifted a hand to caress the archer�s face, tracing his lips before moving up to tease his ear once more. Legolas inhaled sharply, catching his lower lip in his teeth.

�Sweet Eru, if just this feels so good I may not survive anything more,� the elf breathed, leaning his head on Gimli�s broad shoulder. The dwarf chuckled.

�Still want to take things slow?� he asked, deliberately stroking the ear again. Legolas shuddered.

�Cruel,� he said, swatting at the naughty hand. �I will not be at all merciful when I discover your weak spots.�

�There are more?� Gimli asked, eyes gleaming. �Hmmm, is this one of them?� He ran his tongue down the side of the elf�s neck. �Or what about this?� He pulled Legolas� wrist to his lips and slowly drew circles with his tongue. �Or this?� His blunt fingers found a peaked nipple through the silk of the elf�s shirt. The prince moaned again as his chest arched into the caress. �Yes, I�d say that�s one of them,� Gimli said with a chuckle.

�Cruel, cruel, cruel! I will not be able to walk back to my rooms tonight!� Using his prodigious elven strength, Legolas flipped Gimli onto his back and swarmed over him, his clever fingers finding every ticklish spot the dwarf possessed.

�Ahhh! Not that! Stop, stop!� The dwarf�s face was as red as fire, partly from arousal and partly from Legolas� tickling. The elf stopped, intending only to allow Gimli to catch his breath. He gazed down at his captive, his eyes dark with desire and twinkling with mischief.

Gimli�s breath caught in his throat at the sight and he grabbed Legolas� head with both hands and pulled him down into another demanding kiss. The elf�s hands grasped the dwarf�s shoulders as his mouth was plundered once more. One of Gimli�s hands wound into silky, blond tresses, the other sought out the elf�s nipple again. He felt Legolas give a shuddering breath and the elf rocked his hips into Gimli�s knee. The dwarf could feel the heat of the elf�s hardness through the fabric of both their breeches. His own cock was stone hard and straining against the cloth covering it. The small corner of Gimli�s mind that was still capable of rational thought whispered that if they did not stop now, they would not.

Reluctantly, he ended the kiss and gently rolled Legolas onto his back. The elf stared up at him, lips kiss-swollen, eyes hazy with desire, hair mussed, and breathing hard. He closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face.

�Forgive me, I tell you that we need to take things slowly, and then I allow myself to get carried away so easily. I have no control with you, Gimli-nin.� He flowed gracefully into a sitting position and ran his fingers through his hair. Gimli sat back, tugging at his breeches uncomfortably.

�Well, you aren�t the only one,� he admitted, shaking his head. �Slow isn�t going to be easy, courtship or no.�

�No, but it will be worth it,� Legolas said, smiling slightly.

�Aye, it will.� Gimli studied his elf closely, a secret smile on his lips. �Best go by the rooftops, lad. No one who might see you would believe that you haven�t been well tumbled tonight.� Legolas� merry laugh was music to the dwarf�s ears.

�Then it is a good thing that you are already in your rooms for no one would believe that you had not been either.� He shot Gimli a quicksilver grin, leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the lips, and was gone through the balcony�s archway. Gimli sighed, resigning himself to another night of very little sleep, although for a vastly different reason and with a much lighter heart.
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