Return to Mirkwood COMPLETE

Title: Return To Mirkwood
Chapter Fifteen
Author: Sarah
Pairing: Gimli/Legolas
Rating: NC 17 this chapter.
Disclaimer: I love them and thank Tolkien for them. They are not mine. I claim only the original characters and ideas. The Gimli and Legolas I write belong to Tolkien and are not related to the movie characters.
Warning: Slash. Sex between two males.
Archive: Axe and Bow. Others please ask.
Feedback: Please. saraharizonaanne@hotpop.com
Author notes: Thank you to everyone who gave me fb. The encouragement helps me more than I can say. Thank you to erobey for the support and love. Thank you to Marigold for the super great beta work. I am glad for your touch on my work. Any mistakes left are mine.
Thank you to Brazgirl, Nina, erobey, and Sivan for the reviews. Brazgirl: I attempted to make Legolas quiet during sex but I failed completely. Maybe I should try to make him loud instead. :}

Gimli woke slowly, his mind and body feeling almost dizzy from joy. His first conscious thought each morning since the Enemy's fall: he was happy. Pleasure from the night before seemed to linger throughout him.

There was quite a bit of weight on him and he wasn't entirely comfortable. He did not need to open his eyes to know from whence the heaviness came. Legolas had his legs completely over Gimli and was resting at an angle. He had one hand twined in Gimli's hair.

It was rare for Gimli to awaken ahead of his lover and several notions of how he could take advantage of this and return some of the wake up bliss Legolas had given him in their months together went through Gimli's mind. However, it was not an easy task to move around a resting elf without bringing said elf to full consciousness.

Gimli opened his eyes and studied Legolas. Resting still and not too lightly for his purpose. Most of the time Legolas was cognisant of his surroundings even in sleep. Now, though, his eyes held a far away appearance. Legolas had told Gimli that he often walked again in Lothlorien with Gimli at his side. Gimli smiled. Aye, he had tired out even an elf last night.

Easing over, he carefully slid to Legolas' side. So many alluring places to touch that where to begin was a delightful dilemma. He glanced back at his beloved. . . Legolas was beginning to lose the dreamy look but he was in rest still.

Gimli crept carefully down and cautiously moved his elf's legs so they rested on the bed instead of him. He grinned. In his wildest dreams, he would never have imagined going to great efforts not to wake up an elf for any reason and certainty not for this purpose.


Legolas' shaft was long and elegant even when not aroused. Gimli eagerly stretched forward, nuzzling Legolas' crotch and probing with his tongue under the skin and over the slit. He did not want Legolas to startle. The first time his love had done this to him, he had almost thrown his elf off the bed as a reward. He buried his face against Legolas' flesh, rubbing his beard across the now awakening member. A glimpse at Legolas revealed that his beloved was close to awareness.

Tentatively he stuck his tongue out, sucking and nibbling on each inch of the rapidly hardening shaft. Soft cries from Legolas were Gimli's cue that he could go farther. Wrapping his tongue and lips around the hard member, he drew it out. The elven shaft lengthened under each touch of lips and tongue as Gimli first lingered and then moved up loving each part. Legolas' cries increased in volume with each forward movement. Arriving at the top Gimli sucked firmly.

Fingers tangled into his hair and Legolas whimpered loudly, "Gimli." Legolas' eyes were fixed on him as he pursed his mouth around the head of his beloved's shaft, pulling back a little to flick his tongue around the slit, listening to the appreciative cries. Gulping down the firm erection in one swift action, he took Legolas deeply into his throat.

Legolas yelped as the wet heat sheltered him, his body shaking as Gimli began sucking enthusiastically. Gimli rotated his tongue on the underside of his elf's erect flesh generating more blissful sounds from Legolas.

Legolas' fingers groped Gimli's hair. Thrusting deep within Gimli's willing mouth, he huskily muttered love words. Opening to consume everything his lover could give him, delight flooded Gimli.

The smooth, long feel of his lover, the woodland scent, the sweet taste and the intimacy of what they were doing surrounded him with enchantment. Moaning, Gimli sent vibrations humming through Legolas' overheated flesh. Slipping a hand under his elf's knees Gimli supported his lover's violently trembling legs. Relentlessly sucking and swallowing, kneading his elf's buttocks with his free hand, he encouraged Legolas to thrust into his mouth.

Legolas pushed wildly then pressed against the sheets panting heavily and letting Gimli move for him. After each pause, he would thrust again, crying out his joy. His wail filled the air, his whole body arching and quaking with his release. Gimli was accustomed to this response and was prepared for it, tasting completely the sweetness that his elf offered.

Gimli moved to his lover's side waiting for Legolas to recover. He enclosed Legolas in his arms, feeling the slender body shudder. Giving a kiss to an ear, he said, "I love you." He whispered the words in his own language for the first time. Then he repeated the phrase in Sindarin so his elf would understand. Legolas' hand found his own and held it firmly. Gimli pressed his erection against Legolas' heated body.

Gimli devoured Legolas with his eyes, blonde hair all over the pillow, and cupped a nipple with his hand, feeling the elven heart still racing from previous exertions. Placing hot kisses to the strong chin, he found his favourite area and began biting and sucking, leaving his claim of ownership clearly marked.

Moaning, Legolas stretched his neck, giving Gimli complete access. Nibbling fiercely Gimli travelled from the neck down a sleek arm, letting his beard nuzzle the arm as he went. Putting the marks of his loving in several areas, enjoying each tremble from the one beneath him, Gimli embarked on a path back up until he reached the luscious ears.

The throbbing and dampness of his cock demanded that he hurry and with a groan Gimli tried to disregard it. "Lovely, captivating, and wonderful, Legolas," he whispered into the ear, stroking the tip gently. "Delicious, too." Wrapping his tongue around the top, he swirled it around and over to the back.

"Ahhh...Gimli...yes."

Legolas' fingers wandered through his beard while Gimli licked and tugged on the ear's cusp. Legolas whimpered softly and his eyes fluttered shut. Gimli laid his hand over his elf's chest feeling the rapidly beating heart underneath.

Soft, happy noises flowed from his beloved's mouth as Gimli sucked eagerly on the ear tip. Legolas' fingers brushed his nipples, rubbing. Gimli moaned as they peaked and hardened.

Legolas' hand covered Gimli's erection and his voice purred, "I am ready, love."

Alternating between raining light kisses on the ear and enclosing its end with his tongue, Gimli paid no attention to Legolas' words despite the tautness of his body.

Legolas' fingers drifted over Gimli's shaft, tarrying across the width. Sighing softly his digits danced along the hot length sending burning desire everywhere they went.

Gimli let his beard fall against the peak of a silken ear. Legolas groaned and shoved his head into his dwarf's chest. Legolas' hot tongue blazed across a nipple, catching Gimli's breath. A passionate mouth enveloped him there, slowly pulling the nub farther up and suckling on it. Gimli's hands clenched and he whimpered.

Leaning over Legolas and finding the tip of a delicate ear, he enclosed it in his mouth, coiling his tongue around the inside contours. His body quivered as Legolas' mouth worked his nipple. Legolas suckled, letting his teeth graze across the very top, soft sounds of contentment muffled into Gimli's chest.

Shaking with each nip, Gimli swirled his tongue on the ear. Fingers curled into his chest hair and Gimli's breath stuck in his throat. Almost wheezing, he reclined against Legolas. His elf glanced up, meeting his eyes, and Gimli forgot breathing.


Reflected in Legolas' eyes was the image of him: his mouth wrapped tightly around Legolas' cock. Excitement, passion, and desire raced through him like tendrils of fire. His rigid member pulsated against his belly, a painful reminder of his own need for release.

Viewing the elven ear and remembering what he did that brought joy in other places, he put the end of his tongue across the ear and flattening the muscle gave lingering strokes to it.

Exerting his teeth on Gimli's nipple, Legolas jerked upwards. Gimli ignored the pain and repeated the leisurely touch to the ear. Panting and shuddering Legolas let go of Gimli's nipples and clung to the bed sheets instead. Gimli caressed the ear tenderly with the same action as before.

Legolas screamed. Gimli's body tightened in answer and he cried out at the scorching tension that coursed through him. Turning his beloved's face so he could love the other ear, he gave it long repeated licks. Legolas' fists clutched so tightly on the sheets that the knuckles were white and his pleas, "Saes...aniron..." mingled with Gimli's quiet mutterings of love spoken in a language Legolas understood only with his heart.

Gimli stopped, took a deep breath, and eased away slightly from Legolas. This time he intended to be ready for a wild response. Drawing much of the ear carefully into his mouth, he encircled it with his tongue. Sucking lightly and gently, he dragged his mouth up to the very peak keeping his tongue enfolded around the ear.

A choking cry came from Legolas and his body convulsed forcibly. "Too much, love?"

Legolas, looking thunderstruck, turned his head and in a weak voice said, "The other one."

Gimli treated the other appendage to the same loving care, going slowly, drawing out each second of pleasure.


Legolas promptly tossed his head, presenting the other ear to Gimli, and made a plaint sobbing sound. Strong wracking tremors ran through his body and Gimli muttered, "All right?"


Legolas hands' grabbed him, nails digging into his shoulders, and he shakily uttered, "More."

First swirling his tongue and then sheltering the ear with it again, Gimli glided his mouth up. Ragged breaths and almost soundless whimpers from Legolas as he reeled from the ecstasy.

The dwarf's loins were aching and he pushed against Legolas. Fingers entangled into his beard as Gimli loved first one ear than the other, thrusting against his elf's arm as he worked.


"Nedh. Aniron..."

Nursing tenderly on the ear, Gimli tried to form thoughts. He was on the side of the bed by the stand but whether the oil was there was debatable. They both often dropped it onto the bed and once in Minas Tirith, they had done so without the top. That had created a far bigger mess than Gimli would have believed possible.


Legolas was puffing and stroking Gimli's beard, his legs making agitated movements on the bed.

"Oil, love."

"Don't need. Now."

Gimli cast his glance to the stand. No oil. The other place was under a pillow and Gimli ran his hand under Legolas' pillow, while placing long, leisurely laps of his tongue on the ear closest to him.

Legolas squeezed his shoulders and started to sway back and forth. Gimli's fingers found the oil and mounting his elf, he shifted between legs that eagerly spread wide for him.

Gimli poured the oil across his fingers, shoved the stopper on, and left it next to them. He carefully inserted a finger inside the narrow entrance finding the way relaxed for him. Legolas pulled his legs farther up. Easing in another digit, Gimli began to search. Cupping Legolas' sac, he caressed the silken orbs and sighed in contentment. Legolas keened in pleasure and desire.

Legolas' rigid shaft twitched as Gimli blew and then licked down the length, each touch bringing forth poignant whimpers from Legolas. Finding what he sought Gimli massaged the spot.

Pushing vigorously against the fingers so deeply within, his arms making restless motions over the sheets, Legolas' made soft plaintive cries. "Not enough...saes..."

The feverishly spoken words made their way straight to Gimli's groin and his erection throbbed painfully.

Gimli reached for the oil and fumbling with the top, was able to remove it enough to empty some oil over his member, putting the top back with his thumb. Easing his fingers out, he sheathed his stiff length completely in one hard plunge, placing himself where his fingers had been to ensure he hit the right area.

Howling, Legolas writhed up against him. Gimli's body shuddered, his shaft swelling within the tight, hot channel and he fought to keep from spending. The needy noises from his lover, and the jerks and trembles Legolas was making under him almost hurt in the pleasure they created.

Minutes later when Legolas had commenced to tug his shoulders and say, "Saes...saes...Gimli..." the dwarf began with long leisurely thrusts to move. Legolas clamped around him and he cried out.

An idea came to Gimli. Neither of them was going to last long so he would only have to maintain it a short time. Fondling the tip of Legolas' dripping member, he spread the wet drops over the hard shaft. Gimli moaned as the elven body tossed under him and tightened around him.

Pausing he put his hand under Legolas' back and pulling his elf to him, he eased himself down onto Legolas. His heated chest made contact with Legolas' torso. A delighted keening sound came from his beloved while Gimli groaned. Such smooth hot skin his elf had.

Rocking both of them, Gimli trapped Legolas' shaft between them. Gimli pulled his hips up so the head of his member struck his target with each movement.

Legolas went pale as Gimli's chest was firmly on then off his aching erection again and again. Each forward action pressed against that one spot inside only to ease back from it. His dwarf's chest hair brushed his inflamed cock as a light, teasing kiss might. Gimli's beard swept across him as a tender touch. Legolas' wail ceased mid-way and he gulped for there seemed no air left except that devoted to the enthralling joy.

Gimli whispered, "Tell me if you need me to stop."

Legolas shook his head. His body quavered against Gimli's, his shaft throbbing with each protracted rocking motion Gimli made. He raked the bed with his fingers. His mouth felt dry and he licked his lips, wanting to scream out his pleasure but there was no breath left to produce sound. His respiration was strained and though he desired to see Gimli, he could not gather strength to open his eyes. All that he knew was his bliss at the touch of his only love.

Molten heat pooled in Gimli's groin, spreading a familiar ache throughout his body. He was leaking heavily inside the snug passage. Tasting blood he realised he was biting his lip trying to prevent himself from spilling too soon.

There was another way to do this and Gimli shifted up, wrenching Legolas' hips snugly onto his own. His digits played over the hard elven shaft, discovering the dense wetness around the slit and once again he covered the entire length with it. A few incoherent utterings from Legolas and the tensing of his lover's body warned Gimli. "Try to hold out, love."

Hauling Legolas into his chest and using one arm to hold as much weight as he could, he began to plunge inside the welcoming fiery cavity that clasped him so fiercely. Thrusting with his whole body touching Legolas, his chest sliding upward and then downward over Legolas' cock.

A shriek from his beloved let Gimli know this felt incredible. His beard went across the elven chest, gliding back and forth. Each brush on a nipple earned him a wail from Legolas.

The position was difficult to do and Gimli was unsure how long he could continue. Then Legolas found his own thrusting movement, locking an arm around Gimli's neck, and gripping his legs around Gimli's back. Clumsily at first, they swayed out of sync. Gradually they found a pattern and a rhythm together.

So sweet. Gimli forgot his aching arm in celebration of the love they shared. The pressure in his loins building, he increased his speed, pounding into the supple body. He thrust one last time. Ripple after ripple of rapture gushed through him as Legolas' sultry body fused into his own. Gimli's loud yell mixed with Legolas' vehement keening. Stiffening under Gimli, Legolas sang out his release, spilling hot spurts of liquid over both of them.

They lay together for a while afterwards. As awareness returned, Gimli discerned that he had collapsed upon Legolas. Legolas was not protesting. His eyes were still shut and his breathing unsteady. Gimli put his hand on his elf's chest and sensed a fast heartbeat. He rolled off Legolas and rested beside him.

A bit later, he heard Legolas say, "We need a bath." His voice sounded hoarse and faint.

"Aye." Gimli's own voice did not sound any better.

"Are you able to get up?"

"No."

Neither spoke.

Finally, Legolas said, "I think I could reach the water and cloths but that would expend my strength for the day."

"Did I hurt you?"


"Hurt me. I'd laugh if I had enough breath left. You did not."

Minutes later Gimli watched Legolas ease up, scoot over, and reach for the cloths. Gimli listened as he wet them and wrung them out in a bowl. Then Legolas turned over to him and propping himself up on an elbow began to clean both of them. He paused when he came to Gimli's nipple. "What about you, Gimli? Are you all right?"

"The arm is a bit tired but I have no complaints."

"Your arm is a bit tired! The rest of you however is ready to get out of bed."

"Aye. Dwarven endurance." Gimli teased.


"Then why I am doing this when you could just go bathe?"

"Because I wish to stare at the ceiling awhile and speculate on why I'm missing breakfast."

He heard Legolas laugh, put up the cloth, and felt his elf snuggle against him.

"Gimli?"

"My elf?"

"In order to stare at the ceiling, you have to open your eyes. Even dwarves with great endurance cannot see through shut eyes."

Gimli chuckled. He opened his eyes but his gaze went to Legolas. "I believe I've found something better to look at besides the ceiling."

Legolas smiled. He touched his ears. "Gimli, that was an awesome experience. It was like... as if..."

Gimli nodded, recalling why the concept had started. He had been making love to those ears. "I was. They're wonderful, beloved. Are they all right? I tried to be careful."

"They're fine." Legolas sighed blissfully and stretched across the bed. "I feel thoroughly loved."

"You are and I feel the same."

Legolas' fingers began to knead his arm, smoothing the muscles. "I am so happy that I have no need of breakfast."

Gimli's fingers roamed through Legolas' hair. "Only a crazed elf would say such a thing. The rest of us find food essential. Eventually."


Tbc