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Short and Sweet	By : pip Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, nor any of Middle Earth or its characters. I make no money from this story.

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Author's Note: Is this even in chapters? I don't really know. But, here's some more. Oh, dear... what did I do to the dwarves?

Chapter One

“What do you think he did?” Legolas took a largish sip of the cordial. “He watched.”

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The anger he felt lasted just long enough for Legolas to get comfortable, sprawled out on the blanket, back resting against the rock, weapons on the ground beside him. He sniffed slightly, indignant, and put his left hand behind his head, while with his right he stroked himself up and down, slowly.

Gimli uttered perhaps the dirtiest laugh Legolas had ever heard, in nearly three thousand years on Arda. He steeled himself against it and refused to look Gimli's way. He concentrated, raising his left knee a bit, letting his fingers squeeze just so, while his eyes flicked down past his chin to look at himself as if to check on it.

That laugh again, or half of one anyway. Legolas tried to ignore it, and became deliberately nonchalant. The only trouble with that being it was suddenly impossible for him to get himself off. There is no such thing as a indifferent orgasm, and Legolas soon came to know it. The time passed, and he could hear his own palm, rubbing over his skin. Again and again. Faster. Slower. Endless.

It wasn't working, and yet his erection refused to die down too. It was like being stuck in the worst no-win situation in the world. Ever. Legolas sighed quietly.

“Need a hand, laddie?” came Gimli's voice, deeply amused, and Legolas looked right out into the empty green land before them, letting the colour of it flood into his mind, until he realised he might actually be “communing with nature” and shook his head.

“I do not require anything,” he said eventually, his voice like ice, and carried on touching himself, as if going at it for this long was the most natural thing in the world. Gimli didn't know elves, after all. But it was hopeless.

He sensed rather than saw Gimli's attention move away from him, and he almost relaxed. But then, despite himself he peered over to see what the dwarf was busy with. Legolas' hand fell still. Even though he felt like he might get actually somewhere now he was not being observed, he just couldn't continue.

“What are you doing?” he demanded harshly, somewhat alarmed by what he saw, and Gimli groaned happily as he opened his breeches to free himself. He too was leaned against the rock, seated at a slightly different angle.

“Well, I'll allow you're very pretty, Legolas, and I thought at least one of us should get something out of your, um, little problem. Why not me?” Gimli turned his head to look at Legolas for a moment. “Such a good show.” He nodded to the side in a way that suggested a wink. “Seems a waste otherwise!”

“It is not little!” Legolas said, looking quickly away before he could see, insulted all over again as he picked up on the word, put there deliberately he had no doubt. Along with 'pretty' and 'show' too.

“Hmm...” Gimli groaned, getting comfortable, probably ignoring him, and doing a much better job of it than Legolas had. He sneaked another look, and his eyes widened a little this time when he saw just what the dwarf was currently handling.

“Al-Valar!” he breathed to himself. “How is that even fair?”

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At this point, Elrond interrupted again, slightly alarmed but also morbidly curious, wanting to be absolutely clear on what Legolas was telling him. “Wait. Do you mean to tell me he is –” Big. Huge. Endowed. All of those words suddenly seemed like expletives. Elrond cleared his throat. “That it was...”

As if they were sharing a thought, Elrond followed Legolas' gaze, and he found himself staring at the bottle of cordial. Not even nearly as large as a wine bottle, nevertheless it was much bigger in girth and length than anything he'd ever faced. Surely it wasn't. Not like that. Not really – “Challenging,” Legolas confirmed quietly, looking down.

“I don't think it is just him either,” he intoned gravely. “I think they are all like that.”

“Really?” Elrond said, feeling rather boneless all of a sudden. It was a kind of fascination he could live without, yet at the same time he just couldn't help himself. “And... have you,” he paused, then reworded it. “Has he taken you?”

“Of course.” There was a little defiant anger in Legolas' eyes as he looked up, just a flash, as if he suspected his teacher, lover and friend wasn't taking all of this seriously enough.

“I see,” Elrond said quickly. Legolas' gaze softened as if he knew the question Elrond longed to ask, as if he were just waiting to be asked it. “And, how does it...”

“Ai, Elrond!” he said, looking away, and then the following sentences flowed from him as if he gained a kind of relief in sharing it. “Even if I could describe it, you would not understand or believe me. When he is in me, I cannot think of anything else. Sometimes, I think I forget that I live, and breathe. Sometimes, he has to remind me to do those things.”

When Legolas had finished, he looked back at Elrond, and then raised an eyebrow in an uncanny imitation of Elrond himself.

“Oh, he finds that very amusing too,” Legolas said coolly, seeing the way Elrond looked at him. “Shall I continue?”

“I think you must,” Elrond said, and realised they were both empty. He picked up the bottle of miruvor, and couldn't help noting its proportions in his hand. He swallowed. “Refill?” he asked weakly.

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“Legolas...” Gimli said, on a kind of growling breath.

“Huh?” Legolas replied, dazed, unable to look away. Gimli was enormous.

“Trying to gauge if it'll fit?” he asked, nodding forward.

Legolas shut his mouth with a snap, brought back to himself so that he looked up and away. He didn't want to look back down. Could not. At last, he registered the taunt, and he narrowed his eyes a little. Two could play at that. Gimli had been winning this one from the start. Legolas tilted his head slightly.

“Trying to imagine what it feels like to have over two thousand years of experience wrapped around it?” he asked. Gimli's eyes widened, and Legolas opened his mouth. He didn't flicker his tongue. That kind of thing was beneath him. No. He curled and undulated his tongue so that the muscle appeared to ripple in a series of constantly moving waves.

When the dwarf saw that he swore, and at first Legolas didn't realise what had happened, until he saw Gimli trying to clean up his own mess.

“Legolas! That wasn't nice,” Gimli complained. It gave Legolas a nice warm sensation, and he smirked, laughing, finally turning away to lean back against the rock.

“One to me. That makes us even, I think,” he said when he could finally speak.

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“Then what happened?” Elrond asked, leaning forward. Legolas gave him a strange look.

“Nothing. Well, not for a week or so anyway. We were killing orcs. Life was good. He was on sixty-seven. I was on sixty-eight.”

“Really?” Elrond said, confused by the numbers. Legolas sighed.

“Look! I was definitely winning. He cheats all the time anyway.”

Elrond nodded, deciding to just let it go.

“So we came upon this band of them, and we got almost all of them down before they even realised what was going on. It wasn't even a challenge, until one of them jumped me...”

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To be continued...

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