Return to The Lonely Mountain

Title: Return to The Lonely Mountain
Chapter 1. Lake Town.
Author: Sarah
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Rating: NC-17 this chapter.
Warnings: Slash. Rimming. Sex between two males.
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Legolas stared out the small window. Water drizzled down it and outside the evening was grey with rain. He was relieved to be snug and dry inside the inn. Their journey was vivid in his mind, and he tucked the memories into his heart. He had a special fondness for the night they had taken shelter within a run-down shack they had discovered. The winter wind had howled around the hovel. They had shared a simple meal of journey bread and dried fruit. Gimli had sung to Legolas afterwards in a voice filled with love for him.

A burst of lightning brought Legolas’ attention back to the downpour outside. The rain pounded the ground. With clouds so dark and thick, it was sure that the storm would continue long enough for a night of love.


They had made it to the inn at Lake Town shortly before the tempest started. During their journey, they had been lucky to find shelter from most of the winter precipitation except for the one cloudburst that had arrived the day after they had left the forest.

Legolas smiled. He had not enjoyed the drenching they had received, but Gimli's complaints had been amusing. Gimli’s hair and beard had gleamed with water and his travel clothes had been plastered to him. He had fidgeted on the horse, and buried his head into Legolas’ back. The dwarf had grumbled, "I believe your Lord forbids the forest from being so unkind as to dump barrels of water on poor travellers, but as soon as we leave the woods, we are greeted by rain! I do not like it!" *And that* Legolas chuckled at the thought, *went without saying.*

The sound of the door shutting as the servant left, and the smell of roasted meat and vegetables, brought Legolas’ attention to the present. He moved to the table where Gimli was waiting. As they began to eat, Legolas tried to divert himself from the fact that they were finally alone. The occasional stray orc or bands of thieves waiting for innocent travellers made the roads unsafe still. The King’s forces were already beginning to bring security to the thoroughfares, and they were confident they could easily deal with any trouble, but neither he nor Gimli had felt comfortable making love and being completely off guard. They had slept in turns.

Legolas glanced around the chamber taking in their surroundings. A door led out into the hallway, and adjacent to it were wooden pegs for hanging clothing. Beneath the hooks were shelves where they had placed several of their packs.

A set of windows bracketed a black stone fireplace with a fire rustling in the hearth. A faded beige rug warmed the wooden floor. Lamps with blue holders sat on stands in each corner of the room giving it a soft, lovely glow. *Yet far more delightful is the shine of Gimli's hair as it tumbles over his shoulders.* Legolas reflected, his focus returning to his lover.

Gimli's hand covered Legolas' and the dwarf said, "I've missed you, mîr nín."

Legolas nodded. "I have missed you, too."

Legolas turned his concentration to his food: sliced cheese, beans, roasted potatoes and carrots, greens mixed with mushrooms and chives, freshly baked bread, and fish. Berries in a custard sauce had been provided for a sweet. There was tea and mead.

Legolas was hungry, but his appetite for Gimli was far stronger. He watched Gimli dine, his beard moving up and down, and Legolas’ body remembered other times when a similar movement was made, responding with a force that caused his breath to shorten. He observed Gimli dabbing his mouth with a napkin, and Legolas recalled all the times the warrior's gentle touch had cleaned him after...Gulping, Legolas jerked his attention back to his plate. The excitement tightening his throat made it difficult to eat, but he was determined to allow Gimli time to dine. He shifted restlessly in his chair.

Several times during the meal, Legolas' hand strayed to Gimli's beard. He was conscious that he was hindering Gimli's eating, and causing the dwarf to feel the beginnings of arousal, but his hand seem to move of its own accord to find and indulge in the soft tresses. Gimli was, Legolas reflected, very kind about it. Not one sign of impatience. He just kept eating with an occasional, ”Love you." and an affectionate rub on Legolas' arm.

The storm raged outside, and Legolas was certain that his own excitement built with each peal of thunder. The food was eaten but not tasted. Gimli's breathing had deepened and Legolas' fingers were seeking their way under his lover’s beard to touch a firm chin. He was startled when Gimli suddenly stood up, and came to his side. "Mîr nín, I require a bath, but if you'd like, I can tend to your needs."

"Nay. I would rather wait until we can take time to enjoy each other. I am sorry I interrupted your meal and..."

Two fingers made a slow sweep across his neck, and Legolas shivered. Then Gimli placed his elf’s hand over his very erect, wide cock. Legolas' erection strained against his leggings eagerly wanting join its partner. Sweeping hair off an elegant ear, Gimli whispered into it, "I am finished and keen for you, too."

"A quick cleansing then, if we can find the means." Legolas' words were stated with what breath he could wrest from lungs that seemed to be greedy with their air.

Legolas kept one hand on Gimli's shoulder as they walked into the adjoining room. There they found a medium sized bed covered with several blankets and a white wool one over it all. There was a wooden stand with a white lamp by the bed. A brown chest of drawers was situated left of the bed and next to it was a window draped in light grey.

An open door to the right revealed a tiny room with a white stone floor. A tub was stood against one wall, next to it a bench. Folded white towels and soap in a yellow dish rested on top of the bench. The chamber had a fireplace of cobbled stone. Copper buckets holding water for bathing had been placed on the hearth.

"You may go first. I'll heat the water while you undress." Legolas suggested.

"As long as it is lukewarm, I'll be fine. I seem to be overly heated for some reason."

Legolas smiled. His heavy arousal pressing hard against his leggings caused Legolas' movements to lack some of their usual grace, but he sang happily as he helped Gimli prepare for bathing.

Once the tub had water, and Gimli was splashing, Legolas sat on the bench. Legolas felt Gimli's gaze upon him as he lifted his tunic and undergarment off. Legolas was aware that when he began to loosen the laces on his leggings, Gimli ceased bathing. Grinning, Legolas said, "I'm just making myself more at ease, you may continue with your bath.” Letting the pants drop to his ankles, Legolas paused to stare at Gimli. The dwarf's hair was made darker by the water becoming a rich copper, and the tints of red glimmered forth even brighter. Gimli started to rinse. Stepping out of his leggings, Legolas spread a towel on the stone floor and sat on it. He grimaced as the cold from the floor met his heated body through the towel. Yet his arousal burned like fire between his legs, and the flame did not flicker. Legolas caressed Gimli's wet chest luxuriating in the feel of its silky auburn hair and firm muscles. "You are a feast to my eyes, my one. Douse me with water, Gimli so we can bathe together and get to bed soon."

A half an hour later, they tumbled into the bed. Legolas had hastily tossed one of their travel blankets across it and Gimli had placed his pack on the stand. Enthusiastic lips met and clung to each other. Curving his tongue around Gimli's, Legolas made a fast wet slide up one side of the ardent muscle and then down another. Tickling the tip of Gimli's tongue produced exactly the result Legolas desired. Capturing Legolas' tongue, Gimli suckled gently. His hand settled over Legolas' nipple to feel the brisk heartbeat underneath. A tremble greeted Gimli's action, and the dwarf glided his hand across the erect nipple feeling the disc contract.

Legolas ran his hand over Gimli's arse, savouring the taut curves before pressing them apart so his digits could play with the tight ring of muscle hidden within. Grazing his finger across and then around the opening, Legolas felt his anticipation resonate through his veins.


As Legolas' finger skimmed Gimli's anus, the dwarf’s hold on Legolas' tongue loosened. He gripped Legolas' shoulders as the expectancy of his elf's rigid cock drilling him deeply made him shake with the need of it. Groaning, Gimli pushed against Legolas. Their shafts rubbed together and the friction made both moan, lips still but a breath apart.

Thrusting his tongue deeply into the moist silkiness of his dwarf's willing mouth, Legolas enjoyed the corresponding shudder that came from Gimli. His finger brushed over Gimli's orifice, circled, and then gently pressed inward. Gimli quivered under him and Legolas repeated his actions. His tongue continued to plunder Gimli's mouth, delving to the back of his warrior's throat and then to the front to frolic over the inside of his lover's lips. Legolas pulled away and muttered, "I love you." Nipping and tugging on Gimli's lower lip, the archer could feel his lover's strong grip on his arms relax. A warm hand slid down to Legolas’ chest and tweaked a nipple.

Gimli played with Legolas' nipples, pinching and flicking. Legolas' teeth grazed and nibbled on his lips. His elf's slender digits were wandering through his beard and one finger from the other hand was teasing his entrance, pausing only to push a tip inside him. Despite his cock's throbbing need, Gimli felt a sense of contentment. How happy Legolas made him!

Legolas' head ducked to his chest and the dwarf moaned with delight as his nipple was covered by a heated mouth, tongue and teeth working the tip, delivering acute flights of sensation through his body. Gimli pushed upward as the titillating, wet heat moved from one nipple to another, sucking and fondling his erect buds until his panting had changed into loud whimpers.

Legolas' mouth surrounded a disc and he suckled gently on it. Gimli's hairs tickled his nose and his fingers curled into them. He loved the feel of his dwarf's skin against his tongue. There was a firmness and strength to it that he was certain no elf ever possessed. Gimli's body was hotter than his own, especially when aroused. Slowly he inserted his finger deeper inside Gimli’s channel moaning at the memory of the inviting furnace gripping his cock. Kneading his fingers in and out of Gimli's chest hairs, he muttered,”I love the way you are made." Then his mouth captured the other nipple. His tongue swirled around its border, toying with the bud.

Quivering under an onslaught of blazing passion and feverish delight, Gimli bore down on the finger inside. Legolas was rubbing his knuckle back and forth over the ring of muscle. The dwarf forced his eyelids open to gaze down at Legolas suckling on his nipple. Watching Legolas love his body was the most enthralling sight Gimli had ever beheld. With his thumb, Gimli tenderly caressed an ear tip, relishing the jolt in Legolas.

Easing his finger from Gimli’s body and departing from the enticing brown disk, Legolas created a path of wet kisses across Gimli's chest and over the rippling stomach, dipping his tongue into his dwarf's navel. He smiled at gasp that his action elicited.

Drifting downward, he avoided the leaking cock that rested against his lover's abdomen. Easing between the shaking thighs, he placed moist kisses upon the sensitive skin where groin and leg joined. Licking at the lightly furred testicles, Legolas savoured the silken feel on his tongue and the hushed groans that met his attentions. He held Gimli's trembling hips firmly before spreading the straining legs wider, to brush his tongue over the tight opening.

Unable to restrain himself, Gimli wailed as a hot tongue laved his entrance. The wet muscle prodded his anus and flames flickered over the dwarf. Surrendering all hope of being quiet, Gimli was grateful for the squall outside that would muffle his own thundering cries. Legolas' hands on his waist was all that held him still as the fiery tongue swirled around his opening.

Legolas felt Gimli's hips arch upwards under his hands as he licked and explored the dwarf's most private area. Legolas' cock jerked in hard, demanding longing for the passage his tongue was exploring.

Slick heat breached Gimli's entrance and the dwarf writhed in pleasure. Legolas' tongue thrust in and out and Gimli clutched the blanket, wringing it with his fingers as the ecstasy bounded through him. In a mixture of his own language and Legolas', Gimli muttered his love and devotion to his one.

Legolas pushed in and out, tenderly caressing the hips that bucked under his hands. Gimli's cries were music to his heart. His tongue repeatedly entering and withdrawing, Legolas forgot the noise of the thunder outside. The only sound that was important was Gimli's song of love. His tongue danced to the melody until Gimli's chant became one of need and a request for more.

Sitting up, Legolas retrieved the oil vial from Gimli's pack. Coating his fingers with a liberal amount of the cold fluid, Legolas moved down and drew his warrior's trickling cock far down into his mouth and throat. He rubbed the oil with his digits to be sure the liquid was warm before it touched Gimli.

Gimli wailed at the sudden heat and wetness as he was sucked while a lubricious finger penetrated him, sliding in deep. Gimli's eyes fluttered shut and he took a deep breath, pushing out, as a second finger joined the first. The digits slowly stroked, loosing the firm ring of muscles more. Then a finger coiled and Gimli cried out as the heat in his body rose. The digit swept over the region again and charges of intense pleasure surged through Gimli. Coveting more, Gimli pumped his hips.

The channel gripping his fingers and Gimli's movements excited Legolas further and he panted in eagerness. His digits stretched the passage as his cock dripped in readiness. Adding a third finger, Legolas gently filled Gimli, granting his dwarf time to adjust to the increased thickness. Bending the digit, he brushed it over the gland inside and was rewarded with a shout from Gimli. Legolas' cock twitched as if to answer his lover's call.

Legolas plunged his mouth up and down Gimli's shaft bringing forth a stronger cry from his lover. He thrust his fingers in and out as his lips and tongue kept the same rhythm. When the dwarf's cries turned to a moaning pant of his name, Legolas knew Gimli was ready to be taken.

The hot, suckling mouth, the lips clasped around his cock and the stroking fingers made Gimli's heart sing and his blood dance. Gimli's eyes were pinched shut and he saw stars behind his lids. His breathing shortened, and gasping, he sang out Legolas' name each time that certain area was touched. He groaned an objection when the fingers left his body, and the velvety heat departed from his hardened flesh.

Finding the oil on the blanket, Legolas drizzled the liquid, hissing as the chilly oil touched his hot cock. Gimli's fingers enclosed his elf's shaft removing the frostiness of the liquid and massaging the oil into Legolas’ erection with digits that reminded the archer of summer instead of the winter rain. The love in the act that was in response to his discomfort over the coolness did not escape Legolas. His eyes met Gimli's and he smiled.

Gimli's body trembled in expectancy as Legolas lay between his legs once more. As the flared head of his lover's cock nudged his entrance, Gimli moaned in appetency and wrapped his legs around his lover.

Lovingly stroking Gimli's stomach, Legolas slowly started to push inside his dwarf. When the head of his cock was surrounded by the snug enclosure, Legolas felt bathed in heat and rapture, immersed in love. His eyes closed and he swayed slightly at Gimli's moan of welcome. Sliding forward, Legolas paused, and eased down to rub against Gimli's pelted chest. "Like feathers you are."

"Next you'll be calling me a bird, mîr nín." Gimli panted. "Never mind the elven compliments, I need more of you!"

Sensing no restraint in the dwarf, Legolas slowly moved deep into Gimli. Now and again he halted to brush his chest against his beloved and to keep his self-control. Gimli's channel sheltered him in bliss, urging him to forget everything and thrust hard and fast.

Desiring to experience even the smallest pulse in the rigid cock that invaded his body, Gimli tightened around it as the shaft's bluntness was carefully penetrating and spreading him. Tremors of enrapturing delight darted through Gimli. "Deeper, Legolas, deeper."

Closing his eyes, Legolas squeezed the blanket as the muscles trembled around his cock and Gimli's command propelled his body forward. When Legolas was completely encased in the narrow, soft calefaction, he paused again to give Gimli a time of adjustment. A gentle but impatient tug on his hair indicated Gimli's wish to continue. Legolas eased out and altered the incline of his hips, before sliding back into the slick tunnel. Gimli cried out and arched up into Legolas, shoving back powerfully against the elf as his lover skimmed his special area.

Legolas moaned loudly as Gimli's passage gripped him in a tight vise of enchantment. Legolas started thrusting deeper and harder into Gimli. He opened his eyes to watch as Gimli writhed beneath him. Auburn hair graced the pillow. Dark eyes would meet his own with each outward ebb of Legolas'cock only to flicker closed with every forward flow. Gimli's cheeks were flushed and his beard still glistened from their bathing. The warrior’s lips were parted and he made a sound that was a mingled whimper and moan. His chest heaved. Gimli's thick cock jutted out over his stomach, its tip drizzling milky seed onto his belly. The sight of Gimli brought a keening sound to Legolas' lips and once more he halted, using all his self-discipline to keep from spending.

Gimli's fingers roamed down his elf's chest, stopping to fondle peaked nubs. Legolas jerked and thrust deeply. Loving the consequences of his actions, Gimli plucked at the erect buds once more, crying out when again Legolas shoved far within.

Lost in love and passion, Legolas' thrusts became longer and more powerful. Enclosing Gimli's cock in his hand, he stroked the rigid flesh in cadence with his strong lunges.

Gimli's panting grew louder and his eyes fluttered closed and stayed shut. The blanket Gimli was clutching was almost ripped with the force of his grasp. Gimli yelled Legolas' name as he spilled his seed over the archer's hand and across his own stomach.

Like an ocean wave, Gimli's bliss flowed through their bond, billows of euphoria rushing into Legolas swirling over his body and touching his spirit. Gimli's muscles contracted around his cock. Withdrawing slightly, Legolas' head fell back, and he thrust as far as he could inside Gimli. With a loud howl, Legolas emptied his sac into the dwarf's passage.

Legolas' delight rushed through Gimli, overwhelming, making him light headed with ecstasy. No thoughts; simply love, exhilaration, his spirit flowed outwards to join into unity with his beloved.

Legolas collapsed on top of Gimli. The dwarf's arms cradled him, holding him close as they both trembled in the aftermath of lovemaking. Gradually, Legolas became conscious of the rain pounding against the window, the peaceful darkness of the room, and the exquisite feeling of lying on Gimli's chest. Gimli was stroking his hair. Carefully Legolas slipped out of Gimli and rolled to the dwarf's side.

They snuggled together for awhile in serene contendness and then Gimli rubbed Legolas' arm. "Light the lamp, mîr nín, and I'll go get some cloths for cleaning."

After they had washed, Legolas pitched the travelling blanket by their clothes and pulled down the coverlets. "Sleep, or do you wish to attempt eating again?"

He laughed when Gimli said firmly, "I wish to eat. You make me hungry."

Wrapped in blankets from the bed, the fire in the hearth crackling cheerfully, the rainfall making a steady rhythm against the windows, they sat at the little table and watched the storm. Gimli kept one hand resting over Legolas'. For awhile, they ate in companionable silence. Legolas' musings strayed to the future: if dawn brought good weather, they would depart for Erebor at daybreak.

Despite his nervousness over visiting Gimli's people, Legolas was excited at the prospect of seeing Gimli's home. He had many minor anxieties about it, but he was not sure discussing them with Gimli would be a good idea. Gimli had been fretting a great deal as they neared his home. Legolas recalled the incredible amount of fussing Gimli had done over having the sun in his eyes just that morning. The archer knew it was not really the sun's brightness that had been bothering his dwarf. "Gimli, my one, you do know that nothing will change my love for you."

"Aye, my elf." Gimli's eyes met Legolas’ in instant understanding, and the dwarf sighed. "Your people were good to me. I would hate for mine to hurt you."

Legolas grinned. "If I'm hurt, you'll have to comfort me." He squeezed Gimli's hand. "I do not mean to make light of the matter, my one. It may take time, but if your people are anything like you, we will be fine. I can be forgiving and I have your arms at the end of the day if I need solace."

Reaching out, he caressed Gimli's beard. "I do understand your worry. I love my people and I wanted them to look good in your eyes. I desired for you to see them as I do. It would have wounded me had they caused you anguish. I would have been upset over your distress and would have also felt that my own folk had failed me."

Legolas cut another slice of bread but he did not eat. "As difficult as it is, we have to accept that we are going against centuries of hatred. I suspect that we will both encounter those who will remind us of that fact during our time together. Your race has not an easy path to travel. Whatever happens, I will remember that."

Gimli nodded. "You have a kind heart."

Legolas smiled. "My heart I trust: it's my body that troubles me. I am looking forward to brushing out that luscious hair of yours. I know we plan on being up early tomorrow, but perhaps before repose, you will let me drink deeply of you." The sudden spark lighting Gimli’s eyes gave Legolas his answer. He continued, "Then we will curl up together, listen to the storm, and rest. Tomorrow shall bring what it will, still our love will stand strong."

"Aye, so it shall."

TBC