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Short and Sweet	By : pip Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Five

Evening again, and there were to be more confessions. As he waited for Legolas to attend in his study, Elrond could not deny the story of Legolas and Gimli was engrossing. An elf and a dwarf. He did not think there could be anything more strange, and that they should love each other was even stranger still.

He remembered now the flash of foresight he'd had when Legolas was young and only just embarking upon his long life. He'd remembered it when Frodo brought the ring of power before the council, wondering about Gimli. If he had known for certain, and it had been his choice, would he have kept them apart? Elrond did not think so. Deny Legolas happiness? Never let that be his intervention!

A gentle knock, and quiet word or two, and they were seated before each other again, the fire burning bright in the hearth. They loved, he and Legolas. Deeply, yes, but it was not the encompassing love that existed between Celebrían and himself, Thranduil and Nimbrethil, Oropher and Authiriel. Yet theirs was: Legolas and Gimli. They were meant, the same as so many events of the past few years had been meant, and it gave him hope, because he suspected he knew what Legolas would soon ask him.

For now, he was the recipient of a confidence that humbled him. Their closeness allowed this, the love they shared allowed this, and Elrond was glad of it. He poured them both some light sparkling wine – no miruvor this time – and Legolas thanked him.

“So,” Legolas said at last. “I will continue.” He frowned, as if trying to think of his place. “We were still in Fangorn, were we not?”

Elrond nodded. “Yes.” Elrond considered his next words carefully, and smiled openly, remembering the previous night. “You were overcome, I believe.”

Legolas laughed. “Yes. Overcome is the right word for it...”

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For at least a few minutes, Legolas lay still, face down on the ground. His breath was a series of long, noisy, satisfied sighs. Perhaps he was recovering, he thought. He was aware of Gimli walking about here and there, rattling his armour as he put it back on. Legolas sighed again, more deliberately, feeling somewhat ignored. Then, booted feet came to stand close by him.

“Do you still live?” Gimli asked drily.

“No,” said Legolas. Gimli was mostly dressed, and crouched down at the side of him. A warm, comforting hand rubbed between his shoulder blades, and he stretched happily, turning over onto his back to stare up into Gimli's amused face. That hand rested heavily on his sternum now, and Legolas wondered how he could convince Gimli to lay beside him for a bit.

Above them, the branches creaked, but there was no wind.

“You should get dressed too, laddie. I don't want us to overstay our welcome,” he said carefully, looking up in trepidation. Legolas followed his line of sight, and he wasn't sure, but it seemed there were less gaps than before in the canopy.

“They are just curious, Gimli, don't mind it.” Legolas tried hard to be convincing, and he was certain there was nothing sinister in Fangorn's intentions. Gimli's fear was misplaced. “We are new to them, that is all.”

“We are something,” Gimli said, looking down at him again, his fingers curling slightly where they rested on his chest so that Legolas wished for the dwarf's kiss again. “Even I mark that.”

“They find us fascinating,” Legolas wriggled under Gimli's hand. One hand, and it felt like being pinned down. It was an arresting sensation, and he couldn't help enjoying it.

“Fascinating!?” When Gimli said it, alarmed, he made it sound like a dangerous thing to be. Legolas laughed lightly.

“Aye,” he said, his voice as deep as he could make it, in a teasing imitation of the dwarf.

“Move, Legolas. Get up.” Gimli was gruff now. “If you want cosseting, I'll hold you close to me when we're clear of these woods.”

At that, Legolas actually stirred. There was nothing perilous about Fangorn at present, he was sure of that. But the promise of being in Gimli's arms made him give in instantly. “You are right,” he said then, and Gimli pressed his clothes against his chest until he took hold of them.

When he was dressed, and had pulled on his boots, Legolas stood and stretched out. His body felt loose, and slippery. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling, but he hoped it would settle soon. It made him unable to think about anything else save what they had done, and it was awfully distracting. He picked up his weapons and Gimli took his hand as they began to make their way out, only there was a problem.

Legolas hissed when he stood on a sharp stone that made him lose his balance. The ground felt too hard and unyielding against him. “I think I stumbled,” he murmured, surprised. Then it happened again, and this time he lurched a little. Legolas inhaled sharply.

“Wait,” he said, feeling a little concerned. “I am... unsteady on my feet!” Legolas had never known such a thing before. He frowned, and paid careful attention to where he placed his feet and put his weight as Gimli watched him.

“Like a day old fawn,” Gimli muttered as he turned away, and Legolas was sure he laughed silently.

“It's going to be like this every time, isn't it?” he asked, dismayed.

“Don't worry, Legolas. I don't mind it, really.”

“Gimli!” Legolas stared, completely put off. What if he minded it? He opened his mouth to speak again, but the dwarf beat him to it.

“Though I've got to say if you were any tighter you'd be completely impossible to –”

“Gimli!” Legolas exclaimed, cutting him off, sure that all the blood had drained from his face. He said the dirtiest things, without any shame at all. Legolas was stunned as they walked together. So much so he didn't immediately realise he'd regained his equilibrium. At least, physically. Gimli squeezed his hand in reassurance.

“I'll work you,” Gimli promised, as if he was talking about shaping steel. “It'll get easier over time.”

Legolas spluttered helplessly at the idea, at the way Gimli would even say it, out loud. Was there anything he wouldn't say? Work him!? There were no words. And yet his stomach gave a little lurch of interest that made him wonder which of them were in charge. His mind, or his treacherous body.

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“Did he do it?” Legolas suddenly asked, wide-eyed, looking a little uncomfortable. Elrond blinked.

“Do what?” he asked, and then he got it. “Oh...” he said, and swallowed. “I see.” Elrond thought back to the night before and smiled a little, remembering how Legolas had looked, tasted, the begging he had done. How it had felt to be inside him again – Legolas – so perfect.

“Elrond?” Legolas said then, and Elrond smiled at him.

“You felt the same to me as always when I take you,” Elrond assured him, and it was the truth. After all this time, they knew each other so well, he would have noticed any changes like that. Legolas seemed quite relived to hear it, and yet his question made Elrond curious.

“So, did it?” he asked, then elaborated. “Get easier, I mean?”

Legolas seemed to shiver, though it was quite warm in the study. “Oh, yes. It did that.” He stretched his arms out to either side of him happily. “But that is for later. Where was I? We were walking...”

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Legolas was marching sullenly rather than walking, looking at the ground, trying not to imagine how many times Gimli would need to 'work him' before it became... he gulped. Easier.

“So, are they going to let us out?” Gimli asked suddenly, stopping so that Legolas bumped into him. It was like walking into a wall. Legolas shook himself.

“Of course they –” Legolas said, looking up, finding their way blocked by trees that were stood so close together their bark was touching. “Oh!” he said then, cocking his head and hearing the sound of the river that they had been following on the other side of the group of trees.

There was a sudden loud rustling that sounded like an angry sea in a storm, and despite it being summer, the forest suddenly began to rain with green leaves, almost as if they knew that the Prince of Eryn Lasgalen walked beneath them. Legolas was entranced, and delighted, and honoured. He laid a hand over his heart and bowed to the woods.

“Legolas!” shouted Gimli, as close as he could get to being terrified without wielding his axe.

“Come, Gimli!” he said, and pulled on the dwarf's hand, dodging left to see if he could find a way around the trees and back to the river as the leaves fell around them like spring blossom. “Run!”

“Why? What is happening?” Gimli managed as he broke into a trot, armour jangling.

“It is a game!” Legolas shouted in reply, laughing.

“Some game,” Gimli grunted loudly but kept up, following Legolas as he dodged under branches and over fallen deadwood, between tree trunks and over tangled snarls of roots.

As it happened, there was no serious intention to delay them, and they found the river again, following it out of the forest, whereupon Gimli leaned forward, panting heavily, and Legolas laughed with glee, looking at the trees as if he would go back in, dancing around the edge of the wood with teasing steps.

“Glad you had fun,” Gimli said at last, standing up straight. Legolas slowly stepped right up to him, then sank down to his knees and embraced him.

“You did promise,” he reminded Gimli, looking up with an effort at being tempting. It worked on Gimli very well, Legolas noted.

“Well, I suppose I did at that.” Gimli pushed him back. “Let me shift this first,” he said, taking his axe out of harm's way and laying it on the ground. He also removed his chest armour. Then he sat down and let Legolas rest against him, stroking his hair, making soothing little noises. Yes, this was better! Legolas sighed happily and snuggled into Gimli's chest. His body temperature ran hotter than Legolas' own, and it felt wonderful, even now. As the year aged, Legolas looked forward to having Gimli with him at night.

“So tell me about the mark. What's the something? Am I yours? Do I get a say?” Legolas ran all of those questions off, then stopped, waiting for Gimli to answer at least one of them before carrying on.

“Not exactly.” Gimli didn't say anything else, so Legolas leaned back and hit him on the chest. Hard.

“What, then? Gimli, I can't guess until I get it right!” He shook his hand, frowning, and wondered if the dwarf had even felt it.

“Dwarves. We're very loyal, very fierce, and very monogamous.” Legolas listened to the rumble of his voice as it echoed through his chest. Gimli's heartbeat was slower now and heavy.

“Oh?” There didn't seem to be much else to say to that.

“It says I belong to you,” Gimli said at last. “It's a mark of commitment. Usually, if you decide to accept it, you'd have it made permanent in some kind of design.” Legolas listened and recalled the tattoos on Gimli's shoulders. “It means I pledge myself to you, and that holds me now whether you accept it or not.”

“You mean like forever?” Legolas asked, angling his head up to look at Gimli's face. Gimli refused to look back at him, staring out into the middle distance somewhere.

“Yes. But it doesn't matter.” There was a joy suddenly in Legolas that surprised him, but he was quite happy to go along with it.

“I said it didn't mean anything between us,” Gimli continued quickly. “You don't have to feel –”

“But Gimli, that's wonderful!” Legolas said, hugging him close.

“Elves,” he said happily. “We're very loving, very easy, and very much just... I have several lovers,” he confided. “I keep them all. Forever.”

“Well, now I feel like I'm part of a collection,” Gimli said strangely. Legolas looked up and Gimli was looking down this time. Legolas smirked.

“Yes. My collection,” he teased, deliberate. Gimli still did not smile.

“How well do you know the history of your kin, Legolas?” he asked.

Legolas shrugged. “Well enough, why?”

“A dwarf and an elf. Are we the first?”

“Gimli, I think we might be the first and only,” he said with a little laugh.

“We had better make a good, thorough job of it then.” Gimli was quite serious.

“I think so, too.”

“Well, then. I'll accept you have “others” if you accept my pledge.”

“You mean permanently?” Legolas thought about that. He was happy with the compromise. No elf he'd ever seen had designs on them like Gimli. He would be unique. Legolas found he liked the idea a lot.

“Yes,” Gimli said.

“All right,” Legolas said with a decisive nod. “Trust me. Forever is not a problem.”

Though in his heart he knew it was a problem, Legolas didn't speak of it. It was plainly obvious to them both. Forever. At least one of them wasn't going to live that long.

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Three days and nights passed by. They were not even interesting. There were no bands of orcs here, and Legolas began to wonder if he and Gimli had outpaced them. Fangorn remained a constant to the west once they had crossed the Onodlo, but try as he might, he could not convince Gimli to go in there again.

The land they travelled was sparse and featureless. They slept closer together than before, but Gimli refused to get up to anything Legolas considered interesting out in the open. When they camped they usually found some cover, but it was often cramped, which ruled out any amusement at night for Legolas.

So it was that one night, pressed together in the dark, concealed by an outcropping of rock, Legolas decided enough was enough. Gimli was pressed warm against his back. A little too hot for the summer nights. Legolas did not find that so uncomfortable, though. What he did find little relief for was his erection, and he was quite sure Gimli was asleep. In fact, Legolas was quite sure he heard Gimli snore lightly, once.

Silently, he moved his hand down, managing to slip that one arm out of the encircling prison of Gimli's embrace, and unlaced his leggings to touch. He closed his eyes in pleasure even at his own hand. Now he did not mind how Gimli pressed against him so much. He used his wrist, rather than his arm, so as not to disturb his partner.

He was more than halfway there, sighing slightly as he squeezed himself, when Gimli breathed in suddenly behind him. Legolas stilled. Had he awoken? He licked his lips, and considered starting again. He was so close!

“Want me to give it a lick?” said Gimli from behind him, and Legolas remembered the taunting that had started all of this. He was sure Gimli was teasing him now, and he sighed. But then he remembered something else.

“If you do,” he said, as innocently as he dared. “I'll be certain to return the favour.”

All at once, almost too fast for Legolas to comprehend, he was flat on his back with Gimli above him, looking down onto his face. That dirty laugh again, and then Gimli moved down his body, slapping his hands out of the way, pressing them down into the earth at either side of him. And then Legolas could barely breathe.

He felt Gimli's mouth close over him, and his mouth was as hot as the rest of him. He'd licked his lips so they were wet, but it wasn't either of those things that had Legolas moaning out loud. As Gimli's lips travelled down him, taking him into that gorgeous heat, Legolas could feel Gimli's facial hair, and it provided some kind of additional friction that felt fantastic.

His tongue, Legolas knew from his kisses, and he'd never felt anything like it as Gimli used the muscle on him. Everything about him was strong, and hot, and unbreakable. Legolas couldn't stop himself from lifting his hips, thrusting up, and Gimli just took it, encouraging him all the while, swallowing him down so easily Legolas was completely overcome.

It was rough, fast, unexpected and so perfect that Legolas cried out. Gimli made a deliberate noise around him, and the vibration of his voice was the end for Legolas. He came and shuddered, breathing heavy like a mortal as Gimli took everything he had and swallowed it down.

As he lay there, recovering, he felt kisses placed on his stomach, then his abs, further up, until Gimli was looking at him again.

“Your turn,” he said, and Legolas laughed. He thought to himself he was beginning to sound decidedly dirty too, and found he didn't mind it at all...

To be continued...

Author's Note: Oh, I really think it's about time Legolas started getting a little of his own back, don't you? See you next time! If you enjoyed this, please leave a comment. I will reply here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/55964-pippychicks-lotr-fiction-review-responses
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