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Title: Return to Mirkwood
Chapter 32.
Author: Sarah
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Rating: NC-17 this chapter.
Beta and helpful suggestions: Vinni. I really appreciate it. Any mistakes left are mine.

Disclaimer: Tolkien owns them. I make no money. The Gimli and Legolas I write belong solely to Tolkien. They are not related to the movie characters.

Warnings: Slash. Sex between two males.

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Archive: Axe and Bow. Cuddle slash. Others please ask.

Author's notes: Thank you to erobey for all the support. Feedback encourages me so much. I need it especially when I get discouraged. Thank you to those that have given me encouragement.

*Gimli was alone on the plains of Rohan. He could sense Legolas' presence but he could not see his elf. He was hunting for the hobbits. They were all gone from his protection. They had slipped away like grains of sand that not held carefully could fall through fingers. Captured by trolls in the mines of Moria to be brought to Rohan and slaughtered by the horsemen. But not if he could rescue them first. He ran and ran but he never could get any closer to the hobbits.
In vain. It was all in vain. He would never reach them in time.
Suddenly, he was standing gazing on a wide valley in horror.
Bodies everywhere. Elves, dwarves, men and hobbits all mingled together in death. And somewhere in the vale of grief was Peregrin Took and he had been charged with the finding of his friend.
Searching and searching but never discovering. Legolas crying Pippin's name in the background. His voice, no longer lilting its cheerful mimickery of bird song, instead it brought to mind the call of mourning doves.
The stench of death and blood soaked ground. The cries of the wounded being removed from the battlefield. None of those sounds of distress came from a hobbit.
Minutes going by more swift than the horses the Rohirrim rode. Important time that could mean the difference between life and death for an injured hobbit.
Legolas' clear voice was no longer calling. The absence of it spoke of despair and hope that was lost as water poured on parched ground is quickly consumed. Gimli looked across the battlefield to meet blue eyes that held tearful sorrow.
He would not give up. He would not. He would look for a tattoo. No. Merry had told him that hobbits had no such custom. Feet then. Hobbit feet would be different from the others.
Orcs and more orcs lay strewn around but he ignored them. He had last seen Pip in this area. A troll and...wait� a foot, one that surely belonged to a hobbit!
Heaving the troll off what appeared to be a dead hobbit. Blood everywhere.
Black blood. Hobbit blood is not black. Gimli held more tightly to that last glimmer of hope than a dwarf might grip a ladder when unpleasantly high above the ground. His heart wanted to scoop Pippin up, but he had been trained. He knew moving an injured {he refused to believe dead} person was not what one should to do.
Blood some of it red. Gimli's fingers finding the pulse point in a small hand slippery with the black life force of the troll the brave hobbit had killed.
Nothing. Gimli could detect no beat of life.
Yelling now, screaming first Legolas' name and then Mahal's.*

Gimli's eyes flew open and he gazed at the frightened face of his beloved.
"Gimli, are you all right? What's wrong?"
The dwarf could not answer. Gradually the dream eased. He was in Eryn Lasgalen, and from the appearance of Legolas' face he was terrifying his elf as much as the nightmare had upset him.
"I had a bad dream." His voice sounded as if he had indeed been roaring in anguish.
"A bad dream? Yes, I remember your warning me about such things. Although I was not cautioned that you would suddenly start to scream for Mahal. What can I do for you?" He curled around Gimli as if to protect him from any nightmares.
Gimli turned and buried his head into the silken hair. "Mortals have these troubles at times, Legolas."
"You are my mortal and I wish to help." Strong fingers massaged Gimli's shoulders. "Would you like some wine?"
Gimli nodded.
Legolas uncurled himself from his lover. Standing up, he stretched, and Gimli's attention was drawn to him more quickly than bears to honey.
"That is an excellent way to make me forget." Gimli said approvingly.
Legolas grinned at him and slowly walked across the room to retrieve the wine and glasses from the outer chamber. Gimli's eyes never left his elf. He did not want bad dreams but if one had to have them, this was very rewarding to wake up to.
When Legolas was back in the bed and Gimli had sat up and taken the first drink of the wine, the elf asked "Do you wish to talk about it?"
Gimli said "Aye. You are wonderful, Legolas. All smooth skin, a very good nature that I love, and a firm back and strong..."
Legolas' laughter interrupted him. He glanced at his elf and said "I was not jesting. You are lovely beyond anything I have ever known."
Legolas ran his fingers through Gimli's hair. "I meant do you want to talk about the dream?"
Gimli gazed at Legolas and said "Aye. I dreamt that trolls captured the hobbits in Moria..."
Worry seized Legolas� face now. "Gimli, they were not captured in Moria by trolls."
"That is how dreams are for mortals. Facts get confused and mixed together. The hobbits, all four of them, were seized and brought to Rohan so the horse lords could slaughter them."
Legolas reached over and squeezed Gimli's arm. "Eomer would have never done such a thing." he said soothingly.
"Not on purpose, but the riders went in and started destroying orcs with no concern for two hobbits."
"Which they did not know was there or even that such people existed, but I'll overlook that if you will."
"Aye, I will." Gimli's mood was restored to happiness and he leaned up and kissed the tip of an ear.
Legolas smiled. "Keep doing that and we will not be talking for long."
"Love you, mir n�n." Gimli went on with the telling of the nightmare. Legolas interrupted only when he got to the part of seeing Pippin's body. He did not speak just tapped the wineglass. Gimli, taking the hint, had more of the wine before going on.
Gimli finished his story and took another sip of the wine. He rested his back on the bed's headboard.
Legolas began to rub Gimli's shoulders again. "Gimli..." He sipped the wine in his glass and did not continue.
The dwarf detected the hesitance and encouraged. "Go on."
"It is my opinion that you need to deal with the guilt you feel over Merry and Pippin's capture. We were at war and these things happen. I am not sure what madness gripped the fellowship but none of us reacted correctly. We were worried over Frodo." He paused and peered deeply into Gimli's eyes. "The only one who acted wisely was Sam and I believe that was due to love of Frodo. For surely it is Sam that loves him best, all our devotion to Frodo cannot match his. It is not your fault. We all ran. Boromir died trying to prevent the orcs from having Merry and Pippin. If your heart says that you'd have done less than perhaps there is room for recrimination but you know both of us would have given our all too."
Gimli let the words settle into his heart like a warm blanket over his body on a cold night. Legolas' statements brought dawn into part of his soul that had experienced the darkness of remorse since the breaking of the fellowship. He leaned up to bring himself close to Legolas' face and say "Aye. You are right, my friend. You are good for my heart in more ways than one, Legolas."
Gimli nuzzled his elf's face with his own and asked, "Legolas, elves do not ever dream like that, do they?"
Legolas gazed into Gimli's dark eyes and as if he sensed that Gimli was not ready for sleep again and needed to hear his voice, he started. "When we are very young, we do not control what we dream. Elflings are cherished and protected though, and very few have fears or experiences that would lead to nightmares. We are not born with fears. As we grow, we gain command over our repose.
"We are capable of visions which we do not determine. Those can be pleasant or unpleasant and I think can be similar to the bad dreams of mortals. I have never had one, although I know my Lord has.
"If an elf is injured severely, he or she might not be able to direct their rest in the usual manner. Especially, if the elf is weary from battle at the same time."
Legolas leaned over, his fingers pausing, and placed a kiss on Gimli's chest. His hand moved to rest over the dwarf's heart and he continued, "If we are in great sorrow, it can become difficult to manage our repose. I had unrestrained dreams after my mother died. Not nightmares as you have but painful as I would dream of her and wake up knowing it was not real." He finished his wine and sat the glass on the stand. He placed Gimli's empty goblet next to it.
Gimli caressed a chin and replied, "I love you and wish I could have spared you from experiencing sadness."
Legolas continued. �I believe our bond is changing my slumber. I was talking with you under our tree in my rest tonight and suddenly you started to get upset. I was not in control any longer and found it most unsettling. Then you commenced to scream for Mahal and I was jarred back to complete wakefulness. Next time, I hope I will realise what is occurring and wake so I can aid you."
Gimli stared at him aghast. "Legolas that could mean you will have nightmares too."
"It could," Legolas said calmly, "but I think what will happen is that I will learn to recognise the signs and help you. When we sleep again I want to try something."
Legolas smiled and moved his head to Gimli's chest. "When I am in repose now, I am always with you." He licked a nipple, letting his teeth graze across it.
Gimli found an ear tip and brushed his finger over it.
Legolas' tongue went across his dwarf's nipple, pausing over the nub to flick it. Gimli's cock swelled in response and he moaned.
Legolas looked up and asked "Could you take me inside you again tonight, my one?"
Gimli felt as if his loins had suddenly been exposed to a furnace. "I have taken you several times nights before, gladly will I do so." He spread his legs and Legolas sighed blissfully.
Elven fingers skimmed over Gimli's erection. He muttered "I love this" and swirled his tongue over Gimli's now dripping cock. Gimli's moan was stopped midway by Legolas' mouth swallowing and easing down on his arousal. Legolas began to hum and Gimli cried out. Sliding up, Legolas halted at the head of Gimli's arousal sucking, his hand searching over the bed. Gimli felt under his pillow and put the oil in the elven palm, watching slender fingers curl around it. Gimli reached out and pushed the top off letting the liquid spill across the long digits, before shoving the stopper back.
Hungrily bestowing licks and kisses on Gimli's weeping arousal, Legolas' questing fingers found his dwarf's entrance. Legolas twirled his tongue over the swollen head before plunging down to take nearly the entire shaft. One hand cupped Gimli's sac while the other's finger pressed lightly against the dwarf's entrance.
Gimli gasped and pushed against the finger. He put his hand on Legolas' shoulder, moaning when his elf's finger slid into him. Legolas' mouth moved up and down together with the finger that rubbed Gimli's sensitive spot. Gimli shut his eyes tightly and whispered "Elf, I am ready."
Legolas' mouth arrived at the top of Gimli's arousal and with his free hand he stroked the remaining length as he slipped off Gimli. "Elf? Since when did I get demoted from mir n�n to elf?" his words were breathless and before the dwarf could reply, his tongue played across the slit of his dwarf's cock.
Legolas' finger prodded the rise inside and Gimli could not prevent the cry that came from his lips. Silken hair fell across Gimli's groin and he could no longer remember being asked anything.
Legolas' mouth moved down again taking in Gimli's stiff shaft, a second finger joining the first. He plunged his mouth up and down as his digits first widened and then massaged the spot inside.
Gimli forced his eyes open and peered down at Legolas moving between his legs, and the sight of his hard cock vanishing into those delicious lips and going deep within the hot mouth. Legolas' fingers played inside him. He groaned when Legolas' removed his mouth and whispered above Gimli's erection, letting his breath blow across it. "Do you want to try our failed attempt?"
Gimli's mind was clouded with passion and he sought for enough clearing to puzzle this out. *What failed attempt?* When the answer arrived, he tried to laugh, only to discover that there was not enough breath left for mirth. He recalled trying that position last time. He had become fascinated with the view of the two of them in the mirror and had almost fallen backward onto Legolas. Out of concern for hurting his elf Gimli had insisted they love in another fashion.
"Aye, carefully, this time." He could hear the increase in Legolas' breathing. Gimli glanced around and upon discovering the oil, unplugged it. Gimli moved down to rest against Legolas' stomach. He poured a little of the fluid in his hand and finding the temperature of the liquid warm from lying in the blanket, he drizzled it across his elf's waiting erection. The cock jumped and Gimli slowly let the oil drip over the throbbing flesh. Putting the top back on, he handed it to Legolas, who shoved it under his pillow.
Tenderly with easy lingering rubs, Gimli massaged the oil over the eager arousal that pulsed under his fingertips while his elf whimpered in pleasure.
When the waiting shaft was thoroughly moist, Legolas sat back against the headboard and opened his legs wide. "Come, my dwarf." he said huskily.
Gimli moved between the spread legs. Legolas put one hand on Gimli's hip and with the other held his erection in place. Slowly Gimli eased down until he felt the engorged head of Legolas' cock nudge his opening. Taking a deep breath he shifted down as Legolas lifted up. The unrelenting head breached his entrance and Gimli's moan mingled with his elf's cry. Gradually Gimli eased farther down onto the unyielding length, Legolas panting behind him. Only when he had completely embedded the needy cock did Gimli still. Legolas rocked slightly with want.
When Gimli's body accepted the hard flesh easily, the dwarf sighed in happiness. Legolas alone made him feel whole. "Ready, mir n�n?"
No answer from the heavily breathing elf but Legolas shifted and then moved again as his cock searched for Gimli's special area. His shaft rubbed across Gimli's recesses, stroking that spot, and the dwarf muttered "There, love, there."
Gimli began to move, slowly up the long length, and then a strong downward push which brought cries from both of them. Repeating the movement as Legolas shuddered and his own body trembled. Gimli slid up and down the hard length that pushed deeply inside. He could feel the throbbing of the erect shaft within his channel and hear Legolas' whimpers.
Keeping one hand on his dwarf's hip to aid him, Legolas' other hand found Gimli's nipple and began to rub and fondle the tip. He swayed with the force of the dwarf's rhythm that enclosed his flesh in tight pleasure.
Many blissful moments passed as Gimli kept a steady pace and Legolas' fingers busied themselves teasing and pulling on first one nipple then another.
Finally, with a huge gasp, Legolas cried "Must stop, Gimli."
Shaking Gimli ceased. His cock jerked in excitement and leaked heavily. Gimli knew what was next and promised himself that this time the mirror would not distract him so much that he forgot all caution.
Legolas inhaled deeply again. Leaning sideways, he wrapped himself around Gimli's fiery body. Covering the head of Gimli's dripping erection, he licked at the drops, lapping them up as Gimli muttered his love and appreciation. Stretching forward, Legolas took the tip of the wide cock into his mouth.
Gimli glanced to the mirror. He was surrounded by his elf. Golden hair flowed around his loins and a hot, wet tongue was dancing over his slit. Legolas' eyes found Gimli's. Pursing his mouth he enclosed the head of Gimli's cock and stilled.
Carefully, Gimli eased down on the stiff cock within and then thrust upward into the welcoming mouth as his elf's tongue flickered over his length. Back onto the firm shaft and then forth into the hot cavern of moist pleasure.
Gimli looked to the mirror to observe the two of them, Legolas accepting his cock so generously while taking him so deeply. Gimli groaned and shoved down and back up, watching as Legolas' pale chest with peaked nipples heaved with his aroused breathing. Gimli's cock glided far within, nudging his elf's throat. Gimli bore down again, clamping around the hard penis, massaging the length with his clenching muscles. Legolas cried out around his cock and Gimli drove upwards into the heated mouth.
Two more downward thrusts on the hard cock that raked across his pleasure spot, gripping the hot flesh, and Legolas went rigid. Gimli forced his eyes back open to watch as Legolas tightened his mouth around the dwarf's member. Legolas flooded Gimli�s channel with his seed, his mouth sucking strongly on Gimli's erection as bliss transported his spirit and body to rapturous heights.
Gimli felt Legolas� delight claim him through the bond, the merger of bodies increasing the sensation of union in their souls and his eyes shut again. With a long moan of ecstasy, his seed surged inside the waiting mouth. For minutes, he was still, letting the rapture flow through him in currents of blissful feelings.
Remembering their awkward position, he nudged Legolas, whose mouth still held Gimli's softening cock. Legolas eased off him, giving a final lick to Gimli's cock. Gently, the dwarf moved away from his love. He rested on the bed, still panting. A long leg was thrown over him and Gimli shifted to his side and tugged Legolas into his arms. Legolas hugged him tightly. Gimli listened to the elven heartbeat as it gradually went back to that slow pace. As he focused on Legolas' heartbeat, he could sense again, the echo of it next to his own and the feeling that his heart was responding by slowing to match the speed of his lover's. He sighed as slow minutes of contentment eased by.
Legolas said, "Are you ready to sleep?"
"Aye."
"Then listen to my voice for awhile and let me guide you." Legolas moved out of his arms.
"Whatever you are planning won't work. You cannot talk me into slumber each night."
Legolas threw his hands up and replied "Spare me the dwarven pride! I would love to sing lullabies to you every night..."
He paused as Gimli slapped him with a pillow. "But you are so hard to deal with that I will not." His hand slipped across Gimli's waist briefly.
Gimli studied him. There were surely two meanings in that statement which had been stated in extreme haughtiness but Legolas' face reflected only innocence back at him. "Humph."
Legolas grinned. His hands began to massage Gimli's legs with slow circles and firm rubs. "I wish only to try something and see if I can help you achieve a way to avoid some of those unpleasant dreams."
Gimli relaxed under the soothing touches. "As I am disturbing your rest, this is acceptable."
"Thank you." Legolas' voice held laughter and his eyes sparkled. His hands continue to caress and his voice had a smooth, singing quality to it as he began to talk of their walks under the trees of the Greenwood. Gimli found it very satisfying. His elf spoke of the contentment and happiness that Gimli's presence brought him. He talked of the trees swaying in the wind and his joy listening to Gimli's singing.
Gimli did not see how this was going to prevent nightmares but he had no intention of stopping those delightful hands and the sweet voice. His eyes closed.
Gimli's last awareness was of a warm hand covering the place on his chest where the feeling of the bond was strongest and Legolas' whispered words "When you dream, my spirit walks with you. My fea will shield yours. Let your thoughts remain with me as your heart always does."
The dwarf was not cognisant of the elf that curled around him after he slept. He was not aware that Legolas had learned something new about mortals. They could have nightmares if they let unpleasant emotions dwell in their hearts. Nor did Gimli feel the soft kiss on his lips as Legolas promised himself that from this time onwards he would see to it that Gimli dealt with disturbing concerns before they began to plague the dwarf's dreams.
Gimli did have a dim recollection in the morning, and for most awakenings afterwards of the pleasant visions of walking with Legolas and through all his dreams the beautiful voice of his elf rejoicing in song, entwined around his own thoughts, sheltering him with love.
Tbc.
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