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Chapter Six
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...
Quickly they reversed positions, and Gimli rid himself of his clothing with such speed Legolas was astonished he didn't accidentally rip it off into rags.
When they were both arranged to Legolas' satisfaction, he took Gimli into his hand. Or rather, his hands. Gimli was sat up a little, and Legolas was laid on his front, his body stretched away at an angle. He curled both of his hands around Gimli's length, and then opened his mouth slightly, so tempted to lick at the head of it. He could see a shiny droplet of clear fluid there, and his mouth watered.
Legolas looked up before he gave in to that temptation, and found Gimli looking down at him. He wanted to make it how it had been for him, but saw that was impossible straight away. No amount of want would make Gimli fit into his mouth that way, but he could take some, and he did, with great enthusiasm. Legolas covered his teeth with his lips and managed about half, his mouth open so wide his jaw quickly began to ache.
Above him, Gimli sighed in pleasure, but that was all. There was hardly any space for Legolas to move his tongue like this. The most he could manage was rubbing with the back of it, which he did, drawing a quiet moan. It was no good. Legolas withdrew and considered the challenge anew, then he laughed.
“Legolas...” Gimli said, and he patted the dwarf's stomach.
“Do you know what you are?” he asked, then continued without waiting for an answer. It was the perfect revenge. “You're like a lollipop!”
So saying, he did not attempt to take Gimli inside his mouth again, but used all the tricks he knew to please Gimli with his tongue and his hands. He found the oil they carried and used it to make Gimli's shaft slick and slippery. With his tongue he fluttered and flicked and dragged over it, and quite soon Gimli was reacting exactly how Legolas wanted.
Deep rumbling moans were coming from Gimli as Legolas worked on him, but when he used stiffened the tip of his tongue to dip in an around Gimli's foreskin, that moaning went up several registers.
He never let Gimli get used to any one sensation, and soon he was mouthing at Gimli's balls, using his tongue on them while his hands worked at the spit slickened shaft. Strange sounds were coming from Gimli's lips, and Legolas realised he'd lapsed into Khudzul. It sounded harsh and foreign, but so very much like Gimli.
When he felt Gimli was close to climax, he moved back up, tracing the pattern of the veins on his shaft, undulating his tongue upon them so that Gimli cried out some foreign word, his stomach tightening and his hips thrusting up so powerfully he almost threw Legolas off him. But he caught some of the pearly white essence in his mouth, tasting it on his tongue. Legolas was surprised there wasn't more of it, but he supposed in this at least they were equal.
After all was done, Gimli subsided back, breathing heavily as Legolas all but clambered up over his body. He smiled down at Gimli's face, seeing that he still looked utterly overcome. “Good?” Legolas asked.
Gimli let his head fall back with a thud onto the rock behind him, and Legolas winced, but Gimli didn't appear to notice. Or even feel it. “I think,” he said, “I know why you elves are so promiscuous.”
Before Legolas could come up with any kind of teasing reply, Gimli's arms closed around him, rolling him over until he rested beneath the dwarf's more powerful form. It was a most interesting experience! Legolas, despite being much taller, felt incredibly small and fragile.
“Mine,” Gimli growled, his hot palms flat on Legolas' back, keeping him away from the cold ground.
“Yours,” Legolas agreed readily, trying to reciprocate the enveloping hug, but Gimli's muscles were such he could only reach around far enough to stroke his fingers on the inner edges of Gimli's shoulder blades.
Gimli relaxed, and his weight pressed Legolas down. For a moment or two, he allowed it, then began to struggle, but it was no use. He couldn't move at all. It wasn't that Gimli was heavy; rather, it was that all of his weight was concentrated in a smaller amount of space, and to Legolas it was like a boulder had rolled onto him. His lungs felt crushed and confined. Beneath the knee, his legs were free, and Legolas drummed his heels on the ground for a bit, helpless.
“Can you breathe?” Gimli asked eventually.
“Yes,” said Legolas, his voice faint, having noticed that he could breathe as long as he took tiny shallow breaths. He did not want to admit it though. He coughed at the restriction, and suddenly the weight was gone as Gimli rolled off him.
“Liar,” Gimli said with a rueful grin, shaking his head. Legolas caught his breath, then leaned on his elbow, giving Gimli an earnest look.
“What design will you have the artists put on me?” he asked, curious, taking the opportunity to study Gimli's tattoos and scarring all over again. The scarring probably wouldn't work on him, given how elves healed. But wasn't a tattoo the same thing, only with colour?
“What if it doesn't take?” Legolas asked, distressed, looking down at the smooth unmarked skin of his own body as if it had already betrayed him somehow.
“It will take,” Gimli said in his customary certainty. “The artisans will find a way, Legolas. As to the design, well that is up to you.” Something in Gimli's expression darkened and became sombre. “It should be something you can live with,” he said. Forever was the word he didn't speak, but it was on both their minds like a shadow.
It was all much too maudlin for Legolas' taste. “Perhaps I should choose something that will remind me of you,” he said lightly. “Maybe I could have a lollipop! Or some script, if the Dwarven skin artists know how to write Sindarin, I could have a reminder, like 'Dwarves Cheat!' or something!”
Beside him, Gimli was doing that adorable growling thing. The dwarf picked the wrong moment to take a drink from his waterskin. “It means you belong to me, right? So maybe they could make a little picture of you with a collar and lead!” he exclaimed in excitement. Gimli sprayed most of his mouthful of water all over his legs, then succumbed to fit a violent coughing that had Legolas hammering on his back as if he was trying to break it.
“Hic!” Gimli said, and then again: “Hic!” His eyes were bulging and watering, and his skin lost its usual ruddy glow. Legolas pounded on him harder in alarm.
At last he seemed to come around a little. “Went down the wrong hole...” Gimli croaked weakly, then drew in a rattling breath, coughing the rest of it out.
“I was only teasing. Really,” Legolas said in apology when Gimli glowered at him. After a long moment of silence, he took another drink.
“But when we get to Eryn Lasgalen, if you want to try it out I know where ada keeps all the...” He trailed off. Gimli had gone a strange purple kind of colour, and was pointing at his throat. Legolas gave him an almighty whack on the back as he coughed again.
“Let's agree to one thing, Legolas,” he said at last when he had stopped spluttering. “When I am putting something in my mouth, don't say a word.”
Of course, that conjured up all kinds of wicked thoughts for Legolas, and he smirked. Also, Gimli had omitted to give a refusal.
“I can't wait to get home!” he exclaimed. His only answer was on ominous grumbling.
Later that day, when they had properly awoken and breakfasted, Legolas was surprised to be led in the direction of Fangorn, which they had been keeping close to the west, rather than commit to being completely out in the open. And here there was another river, the Limlight.
“Are we going into the forest?” Legolas asked, dancing forward in the hope of encouraging Gimli to hurry. The dwarf kept up the same steady walking pace and didn't answer. But to Legolas, it was clear why Gimli wanted to enter Fangorn, and he literally felt weak-kneed at the thought of it, becoming more and more subdued the closer they got, until Gimli finally looked at him with a kind of grim satisfaction.
As they stepped under the boughs of the trees, there was a rush of a breeze in the leaves like a sigh. Had their southern cousins told the trees here of the two impossible lovers? The elf and the dwarf. Legolas supposed they must, but it felt more peaceful in this part of Fangorn regardless. But then he realised, the south had been closer to Orthanc, and though the ents from this part of the wood must have travelled to defend the forest, the trees here were always safe from Saruman. They were not as angry.
Even Gimli seemed aware of the difference as he ventured in, looking around at the aged trees in admiration rather than fear. They walked for some time, Gimli's armour and weapons clanking noisily until he took off his axe and laid it down. Legolas was lost in listening to the spell of the trees, and their whispers of welcome and reassurance. They kept secrets. That is what they told him. They would keep the secrets of Legolas and Gimli along with all the rest. Legolas smiled faintly.
“I think these trees like us, Legolas,” Gimli said with wonder, reaching out to touch the bark of one of the ancient oaks. For an instant it seemed to Legolas as if it was Gimli who had a kinship with the woods, rather than himself. Gimli's thick fingers were gnarled and rough, just like the bark of the tree. He was immovable, just like the oak. His ancestors, like those of the trees, were born below the rich dark earth.
“I think I like these trees,” Gimli said then, entranced. And as if they had heard him, several branches suddenly moved from the path before them, revealing an ideal glade where the river became a series of gentle rapids and the sun broke through the canopy. It looked like a perfect place to stop.
To Legolas' utter astonishment, Gimli laid the flat of his palm against the trunk of the oak. “Thank you,” he said, then walked forward into the clearing ahead of Legolas.
Although it amazed him, Legolas was also glad of it. They were a long way from his home, and to get there, while they would follow the path of the Anduin upriver to the north, it was a long journey through the great green wood, and Legolas had been worried his new lover would find it oppressive and stifling. Now he would not. In fact, they need not even take the Forest Road and circle around. They could cut through the wood where travellers to and from Imladris did.
Gimli looked back and beckoned with a jerk of his head. “Come on, Legolas. You've been eager enough to go at it again!”

To be continued...
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