Return to Mirkwood COMPLETE

Title: Return To Mirkwood
Chapter Three
Author: Sarah
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter.
Warning: Graphic sex between two males. Slash.
Disclaimer: I love them and thank Tolkien for them. They are not mine. The Gimli and Legolas I write belong solely and completely to Tolkien. They are in no way related to the movie characters. I claim the original characters and ideas.
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Author notes: Thank you to everyone who gave me fb. It helps a lot. Thank you to Marigold for the beta work and for telling me I should write this story. Any mistakes left are mine.
Thank you to erobey for the kindness, love, and advice.
Thank you to everyone who gave me fb. It helps a lot.
Nina: I love Thranduil so would have trouble writing him as evil. Indril: I never wrote a Lothlorien story because a lot of people have. There is a prequel to this story but it starts at Helm's Deep. It is called An Arrow’s Path and is archived here and at : http://avia.silverbloom.net/mirror/viewuser.php?uid=158

Thank you to erobey, Leannan, Brazgirl, Sivan, Breach Cannon, Indril, and Nina for the fb.


When Legolas finally appeared to tire it was close to dawn and Gimli had dozed for quite awhile in the chair.

Legolas looked to be a little flushed from wine but Gimli had seen him truly drunk and knew his elf was not yet close to that condition. Gimli had noticed the amount of drinking going on around him and remembered Oin saying, "They drink far more than is good for them." That, at least, appeared to be true.

"Gimli, shall we go to our rooms?"

Gimli nodded. He doubted he could find his way there by himself yet. The dwarf was silent on the way back to their chambers. The confusion he felt at seeing things different from what he had always been told made him feel out of sorts. And the party reminded him uncomfortably of the woodland party Thorin and company had disturbed. He felt as if guilt was covering him like a river attempting to drown him.

At the bedside Gimli hesitated. After a moment, he hastily removed his clothes and moved to the far side of the bed, grabbing a light silk blanket to pull over himself. He did not watch as Legolas removed his own clothes.

"It is alright, melme. I know you've been kept up by crazy elves all night."

Legolas' tone was light but Gimli wondered. His elf was clearly giving him an excuse to avoid any lovemaking. Did Legolas wish to avoid closeness himself?

Gimli soon made a new discovery. The bed was far softer than any he was used to and though he couldn't be sure without outright grabbing a sheet and smelling it, he could almost swear the sheets had been scented. Without thinking of his words or the possible consequences Gimli said what first came to his mind, "I'm glad we met as we did or I would think you to be delicate."

Gimli realised his error when Legolas sat up in one sudden movement and said, "You are calling me delicate?" in a tone that surely would scare even orcs.

Gimli's one thought was 'I'd best chose my words carefully now.'

"Nay, elf, I only meant that..." Gimli paused. "The surroundings...the rooms... they, well, you are a warrior and these rooms..."

Gimli felt at a loss now. His elf was glaring at him and he couldn't seem to find the right words to soothe Legolas' anger. "Crazy elf, I know you are not delicate. How could I think so? My memory is not that bad."

Legolas lay down with a huff. After a minute, he said, "Everyone is praising my deeds and telling me how glad they are that I'm home and all I can think of is facing my Lord tomorrow."

Gimli did not say today but it was really later today. Before he could say anything at all, Legolas said, "I love you, Gimli. Sleep well."

Gimli could hear Legolas shift to the resting position he had always taken until they had became lovers. Sorrow entered Gimli's heart now. His elf never slept that way anymore. Instead he rested on his side with his fingers curled into Gimli's beard. Yet this morning Legolas was preparing to rest as if he had not a mate who loved him.

Gimli snorted. He was becoming far too emotional for any dwarf.

"Gimli?"

"Come here my elf."

Gimli felt Legolas move closer but not yet into his arms. "Nay, Gimli, I know you are angry. I even know why."

The sorrow in Legolas' voice made Gimli feel as if his own heart would shatter. "Having you on the opposite side of a huge bed does not please me. I wish you'd move into my arms."

This time Legolas came willingly. Gimli wrapped his arms around his lover.

"I am aware that you are angry about your father. And I am sorry. You know I was helping with patrols at the time. I don't think the incident made my Lord happy, Gimli. It's just he doesn't understand dwarves. I would discern now that trying to force you to talk would be the one way to guarantee you won't. Both my brothers had different solutions to it, too, but Father was angry."

Gimli ran his fingers through Legolas' hair. "Oin bore a grudge about it, Legolas, but he was honest. He told me himself that he thought Thorin should have dealt differently with the Elven King. Yet I feel as if I'm being disloyal to my father here. I rather feel as if I'm being disloyal to your father, too."

"Mine?"

"Aye, I'm an unwanted guest who lies with his son."

Gimli felt Legolas try to shift away from him and tightened his grip. "Stay, lover."

"If you feel that way then we can wait until we are far from Mirkwood to be lovers again."

The words were said softly and calmly but Gimli knew his elf well enough to hear the sadness behind the words. "Did I not tell you, my elf, that I would not let our sires separate us? My loyalty is first to you."

Gimli laid his hand over Legolas' heart.

The warm dwarven hand cupped over a nipple brought an instant response from Legolas as his loins stirred in preparation. Gimli's action was often a prelude to lovemaking because the dwarf liked to feel the elven heartbeat go from that so slow beat to a much faster one. Legolas' body recoginsed the pattern and he felt his member wake.

Gimli knew and was delighted at his lover's response to his simple touch. The blue eyes would darken and become hazy with desire and Legolas would begin to harden against him.

Placing his lips upon Legolas' neck and sucking gently, Gimli heard his elf moan softly. Something occurred to Gimli and he wondered if he should mention it. Surely Legolas would already have thought of this. Sighing, Gimli moved off his elf's supple body. Shifting his hand, Gimli began rubbing a nipple. "Legolas, where is your family?"

A soft whimper from his elf and Legolas muttered, "Family?"

"Yes, family. If we get loud will the entire place hear us?"

"Nay, you have seen my rooms. My suite is large."

Gimli rolled the nipple his fingers were on, feeling the heartbeat pick up. He bent to Legolas' chest and suckled gently on the other nipple. Fingers wrapped in his hair as Legolas trembled underneath him. As the hot dwarven mouth suckled on sensitive flesh Legolas felt himself tighten and harden, farther stoking the fires of his desire for Gimli.

Legolas was panting and saying those beautiful elven words that Gimli felt he could now never live without. The dwarf moved up to look at those beautiful lips and ran his tongue across the sweetest of draughts. Sucking and nibbling, drawing pants and crooning sounds from his love, Gimli began to moan himself as he parted the honeyed lips and dived deep within, tasting the wine his elf had been drinking. Gimli moved his tongue over every fiery inch of Legolas' mouth.

Gimli delighted to his lover's exclamations of need. He moved up to Legolas' ears concentrating on kissing and sucking first one tip and then the other, hearing his lover make soft cries of thrill. Moving down to Legolas' neck to the pulse point, Gimli kissed and licked and sucked.

Slowly, slowly he slipped down to the left nipple, circling it with his tongue, feeling Legolas' body shake as his tongue swirled around the nipple, causing it to tighten and peak. Gimli clamped his lips around the hardened nub, sucking tenderly while finding the other nipple with his fingers and lovingly pinching it.

Legolas was making that soft almost singing sound now amid deep breathes. Gimli bit the peaked tip carefully, holding it firmly with his teeth, and pulling away slowly, stretching it taut. Legolas' shriek of joy filled the room. Gimli let go and began licking a path to the other nipple which was erect and waiting for attention.

Gimli felt his lover grip his arms firmly, writhing, and moaning his name. Gimli's tongue found the other nipple stabbing and flicking it, drawing it into his mouth, gently grazing his teeth across the drawn nub. Legolas was clenching the sheets, gasping and sighing with the happiness Gimli was giving him.

Gimli moved his hand between Legolas' thighs and loved the way the long legs parted easily for him, welcoming his touch. Gimli ran teasing fingers over the firm sac feeling Legolas whimper under his lips.

Dwarven fingers arrived at the elf's swollen shaft, touching the tip and feeling the wetness. Spreading the fluid over the shaft, Gimli reluctantly left Legolas' sweet nipples and slowly moved his tongue across his elf's chest, moving ever downwards, hearing his beloved's cries reach a higher pitch as his fingers wrapped around the elf and slowly stroked.

Elven fingers were now on Gimli's back touching and moving in frantic circles as Legolas tried to move him faster toward his goal. Gimli slid his free hand over the silken skin of Legolas' thighs and then down lingering over his elf's sac, rolling the contents between his fingers.

Legolas' shaft was hard and leaking as Gimli slowly lowered his mouth to the dripping flesh. Legolas' howl as the dwarf nibbled, sucked, and licked was music to Gimli's ears.

Gimli ran his fingers up and down his elf while swirling his tongue over the slit causing Legolas' hips to buck. The roughened texture of dwarven fingers bought a friction that was gratifying to Legolas far more than Gimli had thought any such play could be.

Gimli paused in his fun. He ran his fingers lovingly over Legolas' shaft. "You are beautiful indeed, my elf. You bring to mind the beauty of a stalagmite glistening with water."

Legolas' eyes flew open. What had he just been compared to? In all his days no one had ever... then all coherent thoughts were lost as Gimli took him deep in his mouth. "Saes, saes," Legolas cried as his hips thrust wildly.

Gimli knew what Legolas wanted but they had plenty of time and he was in no hurry. Easing his mouth off the elven hardness and in doing so eliciting needy complaints from his lover, Gimli moved between those legs, aligning himself carefully, bringing a shout from Legolas as their shafts touched. Gimli pressed against Legolas meeting the elf's thrusts.

Gimli reached up and laid his hand over his elf's heart. Soft laughter rather strained due to Legolas' heavy breathing greeted this action.

"It's... I’m...I'm sure it's beating as fast as yours now. Saes, Gimli. I burn."

"I can't reach the oil, lover."

This was answered by an agonized sound from Legolas who quickly reached for the oil only to discover it was just beyond his grasp, causing him to make a choked noise of frustration.

Gimli eased off Legolas, waiting for his lover. "Bed is big enough for an army, elf, and the mirror is wrong, too."

"I can't believe you..." Legolas grabbed the oil..."can complain even in bed". He handed the oil to Gimli. "And what is wrong with the mirror?"

Gimli chuckled and moved over as far as he could without leaving the bed and then shifted around so he was facing away from the mirror. "Come here."

Legolas moved to Gimli's chest.

"No. Over here. Against my side."

Legolas shifted over to the other side against the pillows. Gimli noticed that Legolas' gaze was fastened on him not on the surroundings behind them. The dwarf moved so as not to block the mirror and leaned up as if to claim a kiss. Legolas went to bend down and began to close those sapphire eyes. Gimli stopped, tracing his lover's chin with his fingers. "No, love. Stay still, open your eyes and use that excellent sight."

This time Legolas kept his eyes open as Gimli claimed not his lips but a tip of an ear. A deep intake of breath and a squeal a few seconds later was Gimli's signal that his lover had realised what he was doing. Angled the way they were Legolas would have a good view of the bed from the mirror.

Gimli stopped again making Legolas frown in protest. "If you pushed the chest of drawers over to the right or the bed to the left just a few inches we wouldn't have to lie sideways on the bed to do this. Good thing the bed is so huge..."

"No one would ever believe the way you think but I love it."

Gimli handed the oil back to his elf. "Your bed. See if you can keep me awake longer."

"Keep you awake!" Pulling Gimli to him, Legolas ran his hands over the firm back, sliding slender fingers over the spine, drawing forth shivers of delight from his lover. Elven ears thrilled in the growl from his dwarf as Legolas' fingers caressed the top of Gimli's buttocks.

Easing downwards, Legolas nuzzled into Gimli's chest. "I believe..." a pause for breath, "that your heart is going a bit faster, too."

Legolas laid Gimli down on the bed and moved between the legs that were opened for him.

Legolas' gaze flicked back to the mirror and he felt as if his heart had stopped. He hardly recognised the elf in the reflection. Blonde hair mussed up and not from battle. His eyes were indeed the deeper shade that Gimli had often praised. One hand holding a bottle that whispered of the rapture he would feel buried deep within his lover. His skin glowed with arousal.

And Gimli... taking a hitched breath... Legolas felt mesmerised by what was reflected to him.

Gimli caressing blonde hair as if it was a treasure to his fingers, flushed, his hair across the sheets, his beard rumpled from elven fingers. He, Legolas, was gifted with the passion of this dwarf, perhaps even the only elf to ever see a dwarf spread beneath him in loving willingness.

Legolas closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath. He felt as if all his senses had been heightened. His body trembled with the effort to keep himself from releasing his need now. Gimli already made him feel out of control...

Gimli said nothing. He was busy running his fingers in elven hair, enjoying the feel of it between them and the sight and smell of it. He was as familiar with it as well as he was his own. He was aware of what was fascinating his lover. They were beautiful together but he had no intention of staring in that mirror for too long himself. Doing so might cause him to forget his intentions for play and letting Legolas be in charge and instead compel him throw the elf on his back and finish it.

Legolas put the bottle on a pillow, and found an ear to place a kiss upon it. As he wrapped a burning tongue around the end of the ear, a small sigh escaped Gimli, "Love you, crazy elf." His elf looked into his face smiling and began raining soft kisses across Gimli's face.

Moving the beard aside, Legolas started first nuzzling then kissing and sucking the skin below, running fingers over Gimli's chest. Now it was Gimli's turn to cry and moan in pleasure.

Keeping his fingers entwined in Gimli's chest hair, Legolas moved to that certain area he had only recently discovered behind his dwarf's ear and nibbled. Gimli writhed and gasped his lover's name. He grabbed the hair that fell against his chest and let it fall like gold through his hands. His own mutters of bliss filled the room as the elf continued in the giving of his love.

Legolas' hands moved in circles massaging the muscles in the strong arms while his lips still kissed and nipped behind the ear. Gimli put his arms around his lover. Legolas moved into those arms and reached for Gimli's hand.

Once the hand was captured Legolas turned his attention to it by drawing a finger into his mouth. Gimli cried out loudly as Legolas swirled his tongue around the finger. Going from one finger to the next Legolas took joy from Gimli's loud groans. Licking, then sucking, and moving down each finger with tiny nibbles as blue eyes remained fixed upon the mirror, Legolas paused between each finger to breathe heavily against the hand he was clasping. Gimli's eyes, too, had gone to the mirror. Both gasped as Legolas placed a kiss in the palm of the hand he was showering with attention.

Excitement coursed through Legolas as he slid his fingers over Gimli's chest. So many differences yet their souls were joined together and they looked so right together.

Gimli's other hand had gone to his heart again but Legolas was too heated now to laugh. Leaning over and letting his hair fall around them like a curtain, Legolas met Gimli's lips with his own. Running his tongue across his dwarf's mouth and then into that dark, heated, enveloping cavern was an enchantment.

Legolas paused to pant against his dwarf and thrust his aching hardness against his love. Gimli desiring more of those sweet lips tugged affectionately on the hair over his face. He was rewarded by a hot mouth pressing firm and wild across his own. Legolas' tongue swirled into his mouth exploring and finding places Gimli had not known existed.

Gimli met his lover's tongue battling it until the battle was conceded and he was deep into Legolas' mouth. Touching and teasing then playfully taking the lower lip and tugging it gently, Gimli glanced up at the mirror at the two of them intent in their passion, and felt he had had enough of play.

In a sudden movement Gimli pulled Legolas down hard against him and said, "Enough. Now."

"Never..." Legolas slipped down..."enough. Soon."

Finding nipples, Legolas surrounded one with his mouth and played with the other with firm fingers. His own loins were aching painfully for relief but he wanted to enjoy his lover a bit longer. He wanted to treasure each time of their lovemaking. He looked again to the mirror locking the image of the two of them into his memory where he could hold it tightly in his heart.

Legolas moved his lips higher and kissed and nibbled on Gimli's neck, stopping at the hollow. Sweeping his hair over the muscular chest, he quickly brought his mouth once more to his love's chest and again began suckling strongly on a nipple causing Gimli to thrash under him.

Gimli was moaning Legolas' name in his own wails of rapture. Legolas moved his hand across his dwarf's stomach taking pride in the sounds coming from Gimli. Better than elven singing for these sounds came from one who is reserved and often silent and he himself was the cause. The knowledge brought Legolas great joy.

Gimli grabbed Legolas pulling him completely on top of him and shifted so his elf was between his thighs, bringing a scream from Legolas.

"Enough or I will tend to the matter myself."

Whispered love in Gimli's ears in response. "I want you."

Gimli muttered back to the elf. "I need you now."

"Very soon." The smooth voice answered, tracing his hands over the Gimli's cheeks, kneading with one hand while finding the bottle with the other.

Gimli heard Legolas open the bottle and watched feverishly as his lover coated fingers, putting the top back on and dropping the bottle next to them, reaching then to probe at the puckered entrance. Gimli roared with delight as the slick digit stretched his passage, making him quake with pleasure. Then his entire frame shook and he cried out as a wave of blissful heat ran through him. Gimli gave another cry as an elven finger swept that spot again. The dwarf reached down to stroke Legolas' arms.

Legolas smiled as he looked upon the two of them in the mirror. Gimli was his now and for all their time.

Legolas gently pumped his finger into Gimli's opening, striking the dwarf's sweet spot each time. Soon, three fingers were stretching his lover. Gimli was eagerly moving his hips to meet each of Legolas' thrusts, letting out roars that steadily grew to desperate bellows.

Legolas withdrew his fingers and completely coated his shaft before guiding it to Gimli's entrance. Gimli eagerly raised his knees to help his beloved.

"Now, my elf." Gimli growled as he felt Legolas' shaft nudging his opening. Their laboured breathing filled the room.

Gimli groaned loudly as Legolas grabbed his hips and pulled him onto the long, rigid elven shaft. Legolas delved deep inside on the first thrust, gasping and then beginning the elven wail Gimli was so familiar with.

Legolas held himself still to give his lover time to get used to his hard shaft. The hot channel, the view from his mirror, the dwarf pulling on him as if to draw him even deeper caused Legolas to struggle to breathe as he tried not to spill before even starting to thrust.

The feel of Gimli's fingers in his hair and the other hand clenched tightly on his arm drawing him down made the elf whimper and shout between pants and sighs.

Legolas bent down and planted soft kisses on Gimli's neck, feeling his dwarf tighten around him. Another yell broke from Legolas as he began a rhythm of sliding in and out, pushing in harder and deeper, Gimli moaning under him at the feel of the pulsing shaft deep inside him.

Gimli felt each thrust as a ripple of overwhelming heat, hardness, and motion. Legolas went deep, deeper with each thrust, placing each move so he touched that one special spot and Gimli felt filled with all he could hold while the pleasurable feelings overflowed him like a cup that had been poured past its top. His shaft was so rigid it was painful and he could feel the wetness from it leaking hot against his belly.

Legolas licked and nibbled on Gimli's neck, wrapping fingers around his nipples and pinching hard. The double feelings of Gimli's tremors reverberating through one to the other and the feel of his shaft enclosed in his dwarf made Legolas wail loudly.

Twice, Legolas paused in his rhythm to pull almost completely out and stop to kiss and touch his lover and buy himself more time to savour the dwarven heat that belonged to him alone.

Legolas began to thrust again starting slowly and soon increasing his speed. Now Gimli started to rock his hips forward and back, a clue to Legolas that it was time to wrap fingers around his loves' shaft and stroke him.

Just the thought of touching Gimli so intimately made Legolas gasp and moan loudly. The velvety feel of flesh on flesh, elven fingers around the dwarven shaft bought cries from both elf and dwarf.

Plunging into his lover, stroking Gimli's firm shaft, being wrapped in his dwarf, was such pleasure that Legolas was sure it was almost beyond bearing. All Legolas was aware of was Gimli and it was so much bliss.

The elven body moved and bucked harder against his dwarf, feeling Gimli reacting to him.

Gimli knew his lover was close from the feeling of extreme fullness in his own body. The feeling that any more could not be borne but what he held so far within was just right. The thought of that long shaft plunging so deeply within created a passionate need to be filled with his lover's seed.

When Legolas pulled back and rammed in hard, sheathing himself completely and reaching the point inside where anymore would bring discomfort, Gimli clamped tightly and held him deep, urging his elf to empty deep inside him and send them both to ecstasy.

With a final thrust, Legolas brought them both to bliss, spilling his seed deep within Gimli, screaming the dwarf's name, tremors of pleasure rippling through his body so strong that it took all his willpower not to collapse on top of his lover. Gimli reached his peak with his elf, bellowing Legolas' name and wringing the sheets in his hands.

Flushed and weak, Legolas eased out. He lay panting at Gimli's side for several minutes. Gimli was too busy trying to breathe again himself to pay much attention as Legolas moved away from him. Soon Legolas was back laying his head on Gimli's chest and gently using a cloth to clean them both. They rested together quietly for awhile, spent.

Tbc