Return to Mirkwood COMPLETE

Title: Return to Mirkwood
Chapter 36/37
Author: Sarah
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Slash
Beta, helpful suggestions and wonderful encouragement: Vinni. Thank you! Any mistakes left are mine.
Author's notes: Thank you to those that have given me encouragement.
Thank you to erobey for all the support, guidance and aid. Thank you for the inspiration. Your descriptions of Greenwood are lovely.
Thank you to Brazgirl for the review and letting me know what you like. Thank you Sivan for the review. I hope you had good holidays. My new fic Hot Water goes with Return. Thank you to Min for the review and telling me your favourite part. I once saw these beautiful chamber pots in a museum. :}
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Disclaimer: Tolkien owns them. I make no money. Tolkien owns the Gimli and Legolas I write solely and completely. They are in no way related to the movie characters. I claim the original characters.
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Gimli took a bite of his roasted fowl and glanced around the quiet room. There was no melodic chatter mixed with companionable discussions or shared jokes and joyfulness. The mood of the dining hall was as sombre as the black forgetful waters of the enchanted river.

There had been many evenings when the King had a musician play music as they ate, but no tune was heard tonight.

Only Celduil and Lastand seemed oblivious to the gloom that covered the chamber like a thick rug covers the floor. They traded mysterious smiles with each other.

Gimli peered at Tasar. He was staring at his plate as if he was hopeful the object would provide him with answers. Lisse was holding his hand.

Gimli took another bite and almost forgot to swallow as his attention was caught by what the King was doing. The dwarf watched as the Elven Lord pushed his hair back over both ears. Then the elf picked up his fork and instead of eating used the utensil to push his peas around on the plate. Gimli observed as the Lord spent moments rearranging his food and then sat his fork down long enough to place his hair back over his ears.

Gimli was familiar with these actions. He had seen Legolas do the same, the night after his elf had heard the sea gulls. The King was now straightening the crown of golden and red leaves that graced his head. Gimli sighed. He had grown fond of Legolas' father. The Lord was obviously worried about letting Legolas go to Erebor. Perhaps he was even wondering if the dwarves would throw his son in a cell in a dark cavern in order to have revenge on him. Gimli understood, too, that once Legolas left with the elves for Ithilien, the Lord would be missing many of the family members that currently sat at the table.

Gimli recalled one of the parties after the bonding ceremony. The Elven Lord had visited the dwarf treating him as he did all his people. Thranduil had also told Gimli a story of when Legolas was an elfling. Legolas had climbed far too high a tree, and had gone out on a thin limb to rescue a tiny white kitten. The King had stood to leave before the story was concluded in Gimli's estimation so the dwarf hastily asked, "How did he get down?" Legolas' father had grinned, "I went and brought the child holding a cat to the ground."

Now as the Lord crumbled bread into pieces without eating a bite, Gimli wished there was something he could do to ease the King's heart. Gimli noticed that Celduil had finally become aware of the atmosphere at the table and was casting fretful looks at his father. Lastand was stroking Celduil's hand.

An idea sprang forth and without really thinking about it he began "One of the things that bothered me about Legolas when the Quest started was his singing. I was deaf to the loveliness of his voice. My opinion was that both of us were far from home and our families were in danger. No one should be singing with happiness in such a time.

"Then one evening I was trying to sleep and was close to the hobbits. The Ring Bearer was tossing restlessly and they were talking sadly among themselves. Legolas started to sing."

Gimli grinned. "One of the tunes that particularly irritated me. A melody of moonlight on water."

He grinned again. "Happens to be one of my favourites now. That night though, I was watching the hobbits and was surprised at the change in them. Their voices became hopeful and Frodo went to sleep. I realised then what Legolas was doing. He was giving peace no matter how troubled his own heart might be. I think I loved him in that instant, although I would have denied it even to myself had someone suggested it. Later in Lothlorien, Legolas admitted that he was continually anxious over his loved ones and home.”

None of Gimli's words would be surprising to Legolas. Gimli had whispered them into Legolas' ears one afternoon as they lay entwined together under the tree.

"Frodo told me that Legolas' songs cheered him when nothing else could. They all said that Legolas gave them courage when their own was lacking. Merry related to me how, after he was injured by the black breath and Pip was carrying him to the houses of healing, he was certain that he would die. And he said every time the blackness and despair would begin to conquer his spirit he could hear Legolas' clear voice singing, as he often had during the Quest. Merry told me that the memory of Legolas' tunes helped him remember the good in Middle-earth."

Gimli noted that the King had begun to eat.

"When the hobbits were recovering from the war, Legolas would spend hours telling stories and singing melodies to them. They all love him.

"I was at the city's entrance making plans for the gates, and Merry shows up to "just talk." So he says. He had found out that representatives from my people were arriving in Minas Tirith. In what was supposed to be a conversation about the gates, Merry managed to insert several times that they all loved Legolas and should he be hurt or offended, they would all consider themselves equally injured."

Gimli chuckled. "I understood the point very well. But I had already decided that Legolas was more important to me than my own people, so could easily reassure the anxious hobbit.

"Samwise had an awe of elves when the Quest started. I asked him when it was all over if being in Legolas' company so much had changed that. He declared to me that Legolas was all the good that elves are said to be and he was more in awe than before!

"Shortly before we departed, Merry and Pippin had me promise that we would visit the Shire. They had waited until we were not together and as soon as they had my word to come to the Shire, they went and got the same vow from Legolas. Then they claimed we owed them at least two visits."

There was laughter at the table now. The normal happy mood in the room had been recovered, simply and naturally, just the way the sun returns every morning: expected, right and warming.

"Gandalf told me once that Legolas was one of few that the wizard completely trusted not to be so tempted by the Ring that he would seize it. Legolas is kind and honourable, he stated to me." Gimli did not add that Gandalf had been making these statements in an attempt to make the dwarf see the specialness of Legolas' character at the start of the Quest.

"Eomer asserted that just having Legolas in the battle increased the morale of his people. He said that Legolas reminded them that there were others fighting against the darkness with them, and that not all elves had abandoned them for a better land."

Celduil made a small growl of displeasure and Gimli grinned. He had been, one evening, treated to Celduil's assessment of those that would leave Middle-earth when they were most needed. The elf's thoughts were very close to his own.

"King Elessar will be glad to hear that Legolas is to be allowed to settle in Ithilien. He feels that the forest will know beauty like never before under Legolas' care. He likes the idea of having Legolas close by, too, as he trusts Legolas' judgement on matters.

"For awhile I told myself that what I admired most about Legolas was his warrior skills but I think it was always his kind heart. Still, I recall one shot with fondness and pride." Gimli proceeded to tell of the shot that brought down the winged steed of the Nazgul.

Celund cried out excitedly, "You brought one down! That is a shot to be proud of!"

There were other exclamations of praise. The second course was being set and with a quick glance Gimli saw that Thranduil had finished the first. He was saying something to a servant and Gimli suspected that they would soon have the music that often accompanied meals. Gimli, however, was not finished with his food and was glad when the next plate was simply placed by his first. Gimli went back to eating, letting his elf answer the questions and bask in the praise that came his way.



After the evening meal, Legolas and Gimli left for their chambers.

Legolas put the heavy wooden latch across the door. The scrape and clunk of the bolt sliding home made Gimli's breath catch and his cock began to fill.

Legolas paused at the bedroom door and leaned against it, opening his arms to Gimli.

Gimli moved into them resting his head where he could hear the cherished heartbeat which was already hammering faster than a hummingbird's.

Legolas said, "Thank you for your kindness. It was good to hear you recount my deeds with such love."

Gimli nodded and smiled. "You are welcome, mir nín."

"Gimli?"

Gimli could hear Legolas' heart dance. His elf's voice had developed that husky quality that the dwarf loved for he perceived what it signalled. His member twitched in acknowledgement. He smiled up at Legolas. "Aye."

Legolas' hands were quick in removing his upper garments.

Gimli slipped his own shirt off and eased between Legolas' parted legs. Beloved elven arms enclosed him and the dwarf felt a hardened demand against his belly. Gimli instantly found a nipple, running his tongue lightly over it while his fingers rubbed the other until it peaked. Enticing they were, hard and tight, like his own yet so different. They beckoned to him as the finest gold might; absorbing and responding to the fire of Gimli's loving attentions. He took one in his mouth, teasing it and letting his free hand come to rest on Legolas' arse. Squeezing gently, his fingers took pleasure in the taut, soft skin beneath the fabric of Legolas' clothing.

They moved, still holding onto each other, into the centre of the room.

Legolas smiled, the love and desire he held in his heart and spirit shone in his eyes. He sighed as waves of blissful sensation found their swift way through his body. His lover's bearded face felt as a horse's mane would, as it brushed across his chest. His fingers caressed Gimli's face. What a contrast his dwarf was. Such soft hair and beard but here across the face, it was wiry yet felt like warm water under the fingers. He sighed contentedly. Gimli's tongue worked his nipple, hardening it farther and making Legolas clench his hands in an effort to hold still under the delight.

Legolas nuzzled his head into Gimli's hair, brushing his cheek across the strands, and breathing in the fragrance of his dwarf. "So thick, Gimli. I love your hair. You smell like autumn fires and spices: cinnamon and ginger."

Leaning down, Legolas rubbed his ear into the thick locks. The result caused him to grip Gimli's shoulders and cry out. Warm and silky tresses brushed his ear tip and the sweet scent filled his nostrils while Gimli's wet tongue lashed across his nipple. Turning his head, he trailed his other ear through the luxurious locks and Gimli matched him, the dwarf's tongue charting a path over an erect nipple journeying to the other.

Legolas' cock pulsed urgently within his leggings and the elf was surprised to discover how close he was. Pausing in his actions, he panted into Gimli's hair struggling for self-control.

Running a fingertip over a nipple, Gimli suckled hard on its match. He could feel it tighten and the skin almost pucker under his mouth. For a long time, Gimli had not been able to say what Legolas tasted like for it seemed to equal nothing in his experience. Now he knew.

He released the bud to say, "I may smell of autumn but you are all the other seasons. I am an unfinished song that is only completed with you. Here..." he bestowed a wide lick across the protruding nub, "You taste of that first winter snow. Moist, fresh from clear air, and light. Yet your skin is as sultry as a hot summer night under my touch."

Capturing the nipple, he sucked it. The gasps his elf was producing caused the rigid tip to push forward and back against his tongue. Increasingly aware of the uncomfortableness of his leggings, Gimli nipped at the teasing bud. Legolas hissed.

Switching his mouth to the opposite nub, Gimli pinched the moist one he had left between his forefinger and thumb while stroking the firm buttocks under his other hand. Circling the disc and lingering on the tip, he fondled the stiffened tip.

Kneading his fingers in and out on Gimli's shoulders, Legolas swayed. Gimli's moustache tickled his chest as the dwarf laved a nipple, a rough caress that brought delectation. The slight contact teased and Legolas' body curved to follow each movement. Legolas rubbed his lover's back, his hands making busied motions.

Stretching up and trailing fiery kisses as he went, reaching the hollow in the throat, Gimli placed kisses on top of it and let his tongue dip into the depression. Swirling his tongue over and around the hollow, Gimli delighted in the accelerated pulse. The whimpering noises from his elf made Gimli's cock jerk in excitement.

Finding the base of the throat, Gimli kissed and nipped it, taking the soft skin between his lips. "This delicacy," he slowly went back to the small dip, making a wet path with his tongue, "tastes of fresh spring water from the mountains after the ice melts. Refreshing, yet you are arousing as no liquid could ever be, and more fiery than miruvor." Giving a long lick to Legolas' throat, Gimli braced his elf's back for his lover was shaking with passion.

Inhaling Legolas' woody scent, he made his own cry of need to combine with his elf's moans. Nuzzling his way back to a nipple, Gimli closed his mouth around it. He felt Legolas sway and he sighed against his beloved's chest. Leaning back up to the hollow and giving it a leisurely lick, he dragged his tongue over the middle of Legolas' torso with a lingering stroke. He glided his tongue down until he reached the top of his elf's leggings. Then Gimli ran the muscle all along the skin above the leggings. With a loud cry, Legolas rocked forward against him. Licking and nipping, Gimli rambled over his elf's breastbone and farther up to the throat, eliciting a wail from his elf.

Legolas' hands began an exploration of Gimli's shoulders, straying down to the dwarf's back and stomach. His digits tarried first at one place and then another across Gimli's chest, following the rock hard contours of the warrior's physique. Soft circling caresses over the chest, then across Gimli's back and up to the shoulders.

Legolas' fingers found the spot behind his dwarf's ears and he swirled his thumb over it. The hair was very light here but his fingertips could detect the light feathering. Prolonged massages over the area from long elven fingers produced whimpers as Gimli's cock strained against his leggings. His digits opened and closed against his elf's buttocks as delight coursed over him.

Gimli pulled his elf's leggings forward and his tongue strayed below them to find and swirl across the waiting erection. It throbbed against his tongue in an impatient need to be free of the confining cloth.

Wailing and trembling, Legolas arched his hips into the wet fire. Gimli flicked the swollen head gathering up the drops from the slit. "Here, my elf, you taste of summer. Like a very hot day when the air hangs close. Hot and humid."

Blowing across his elf's member, Gimli kept his hand firmly on Legolas' back for the archer was rocking slightly now. "You even smell like summer. Reminds me of the air after it is seared by lightening."

Flattening his tongue, Gimli savoured the pulsing heat from the bulging tip. "You are positively igneous."

Legolas had never been referred to with that term but he assumed it was a compliment and Gimli's voice had dropped into that sonorous tone that spread wildfire through the elf's veins. The wet tongue across his cock kindled rapture. He whispered, "Melethron...I need you...let me remove more of these clothes." He tugged with jittery digits at Gimli's pants helping the dwarf shed them onto the floor.

Gimli went back into Legolas' arms. Gimli felt his elf’s knee nudge his groin and he parted his legs.

Legolas' knee slid in between the spread legs, rubbing back and forth against his dwarf's sac, its heaviness promising endless delight. Gimli's testicles were wider and weighed more than his own, a fact Legolas never failed to find enjoyment in. They were also covered with a soft fur and were pulled up, signifying delectation. Legolas could feel the dwarven heat, hotter here than elsewhere, and the slide of the skin both satiny and hairy at the same time. He choked out a sound of bliss and grasped Gimli tighter.

Moaning at each glide of the silken leg across his sac, Gimli thrust forward against Legolas and listened to the sweet sounds of contentment from his elf. He nudged a nipple moistening it with his tongue, letting his breath skim over it.

Legolas felt Gimli's need and love for him through the bond. Raw and wild it throbbed and roared like the river under the spell of a storm. Stifling the wail that lodged in his throat, Legolas' fingers went motionless. He whispered, "Lover... I wish you to lay over me with that wonderful body and submerge yourself into me and... ride me until we both cry with the joy of it."

Gimli groaned against the smooth elven chest that felt like marble, yet no stone ever burned with such heat. Legolas' words set his body on fire and his erection wept with need. Gimli eased away from his elf, his stiff member causing its own torture as it hung bulky in its hunger.

Legolas walked to the bed, and began to remove his leggings.

Gimli watched impatiently as Legolas removed the last article of clothing. Gimli moved around to the side of his lover and slid in behind his beloved. He pulled Legolas back against his rigid shaft and his elf shrieked.

Legolas could feel the bond flowing between them, sensitizing him to each of Gimli's touches reminding him that the dwarf was his bonded. He could sense the rapid heart beat that was Gimli's in his own chest.

Leaning up, Gimli deposited a lick at the base of the shoulders. Gasps came from Legolas and Gimli stroked the firm elven back.

"Again, Gimli, saes."

Gimli licked around the shoulder blades and sucked in the intoxicating elven scent and skin. Gimli knew what Legolas smelled like here but did not think his elf would appreciate being told that his aroma was that of freshly cut wood.

Giving a broad lick down the spine, Gimli let the taste linger on his tongue. This he could not name. It was exotic and the only thing he could liken it to was, "A spring day. Right after it rains. When all is fresh and new." That was not a taste but it was as close as Gimli could get. Different from all he had experienced yet delightful and loved. Gimli's cock made its own movements as it rested above Legolas' cleft begging to find a home in an even warmer place, and jerking his thoughts back to his flesh.

Legolas was not sure what was like a spring day. His scent he supposed. He began to press back against Gimli.

The dwarf groaned his pleasure as silky skin covered his hot flesh. "Like feathers and lava." Gimli murmured.

Legolas thought there were far more appropriate words to say, "Within. Nedh. I want you inside me."

"We need the oil."

His elf groaned and stood up, his long arousal jutting outward with longing. Gimli scooted back, watching in fascination as Legolas snared the oil and gingerly climbed back into bed. With a glance at his dwarf, Legolas retrieved a pillow, fitting it under his hips. Gimli's gaze widened and his groin tightened as his elf put a leg over each arm, pulling the knees up and spreading himself widely for Gimli's perusal and pleasure. "I am waiting."

Gimli sat mesmerized by the beautiful elf on display for him. Dimly he was aware of the throbbing and wetness of his erect shaft but his eyes remained fixed on Legolas and his body refused to budge. Skin that glowed with arousal and called for lingering touches. Honeyed hair strewn across a dark blue sheet. Eyes that sparkled and were as dark as midnight in his elf's passion. Cheeks flushed as beautiful as rose quartz. Lips like pink sandstone only soft and pliable. A moist tongue flicked across those lips and Gimli groaned.

"Gimli?"

Gimli shook his head but he still did not stir. His eyes were determined to dwell on each inch of his beloved. His gaze flittered over the firm chin, slender neck, and strong arms, to centre on the sculpted chest. Nipples with no covering to hide their excitement at all. Round roseate aureoles tightened into small circles with hard nubs that quivered with his elf's passion.

"Gimli!"

There was urgency in his beloved's voice now but Gimli's attention shifted to the trembling thighs and down to the rigid marble between his elf's legs. As if it sensed his focus, Legolas' erection lurched. Gimli growled softly and his gaze went to elven scrotum already drawn up and ready. Underneath that snug sac was a tight pink entrance. So small that Gimli felt renewed amazement that his width could fit inside.

Feeling dazed, Gimli realised that the whimpering was coming from himself and that Legolas was beginning to shift restlessly.

"You've seen me many times. If you refuse to do it, I'll prepare myself but then I do expect you to respond in some way."

*Respond?* His cock jerked and his scrotum constricted. Gimli groaned. He bent forwards and ran a trembling finger down the elven shaft. "So beautiful." He inclined his body upwards and licked the glistening head. "So sweet."

Legolas' glance lingered over Gimli now, settling on the strong width that stood out proudly, the root nestled against light red curls. He sighed happily. "Do you wish to do this?" Legolas held up the oil.

Gimli managed despite a throat that felt closed to say "Aye." Shifting upwards, he caressed Legolas' waist and said, "Lovely you are beyond gold. Flushed and ready for me."

Legolas' eyes darkened even farther. His flesh felt aflame with lust and need. He opened the bottle and said, "Your hand."

The catch in Legolas' breath caused Gimli to close his eyes but he held out his hand. He sensed the warm fluid being poured over his fingers and forced his eyelids open. He let his digits slide gently over the entrance so openly displayed for him, and circled the anus again with his thumb. Moans from Legolas, and Gimli repeated the action, sliding the tip of the thumb in and then quickly out again.

Moving a finger in, he leaned forward letting his braids fall against Legolas' cock. His elf’s intake of breath was noted with satisfaction. He circled the digit inside, curling it until he felt the slight rise. Stroking that place, he slid another finger in, stretching the area so Legolas would feel no discomfort when his own width entered.

He moaned at the thought of the narrow passage wrapped around his cock. The channel's walls felt like satin over Gimli's fingers, but no material ever blazed with such calidity. Gimli put another finger in and began to rotate his digits, across the bottom, over one side, the top, and then the other side pausing to push a fingertip against that spot.

Legolas wailed in joy, his muscles tightening every time Gimli nudged his prostate. His arms slipped from his legs as his fingers dug into the sheet. Bearing down hard to increase the pressure deep inside, Legolas dimly registered that Gimli's cry had joined his wails.

Bestowing a wide lick over his elf's dripping erection, Gimli muttered, "I love your tight body." He continued circling and stretching, listening to the cries and pants from Legolas. His body was complaining now, the throb in his loins becoming a deep ache.

"Love you." Gimli said, as he twirled his fingers around within the hot passage. His cock quivered and wept with every grip from Legolas on his digits.

Legolas growled and pushed his hips back, embedding Gimli's fingers further in himself. He tossed his head back letting his hair scatter over his shoulders.

Gimli made an appreciative noise and continued swirling his wrist in the same actions until Legolas' fingers were tearing at the sheet. Gimli shifted his fingers out, leaving the thoroughly stretched entrance pulsing. Gimli teased his cock over the silken sac, letting the tip linger over the sensitive underside.

Legolas groaned as he felt Gimli's slick, heated arousal slide between his legs, tantalising, promising, and increasing his passion. He cried out in frustration as Gimli tormented him, gasping for air as his body shook in anticipation for the familiar sensation of being impaled upon his dwarf's length. "Fill me, Gimli, saes." he whispered.

Gimli moaned at his elf’s words. He nodded and Legolas drizzled some oil in his palm. Gimli poured the liquid over his aching member, hearing the soft cry from Legolas. With one hand, he caressed Legolas' leg and guided his shaft to the relaxed hole with the other. Slowly Gimli entered the eager channel, eliciting deep moans from Legolas on each move forward. The dwarf gasped as he restrained his body's urgent yearning to ravish the embracing subducting channel.

Legolas licked his lips, as the enlarged head of Gimli's cock opened him, the hardened length penetrating him with agonising slowness, sliding bit by rigid bit into his body, leaving him wailing with the need to be completely filled.

Gimli's eyes closed as he let each feeling, every movement draw him in deeper. Inviting, well–fitted walls hemmed in his flesh with zeal. Smooth as cream, inside and out, Gimli thought, reaching out to stroke Legolas' hardened member.

Groans of delight and mutters of love flowed together from Legolas as Gimli opened him wide, yet never had he been so filled and complete. Legolas' slender hips quivered under Gimli's hands as the thick shaft found a home inside him. His lips whispered words of love and worship, his seductive voice caressing Gimli's ears.

Gimli discerned the Sindarin for thank you and Aule's name amongst the heavy breathing his elf was doing. For a brief moment the heart and mind were in control and Gimli felt overwhelmed with love for this being that, even in passion, would thank a dwarf's creator for him. Legolas’ channel compressed around his weeping cock, and the moment was gone as his body's necessity took pre-eminence. Yet the remembrance of that minute was imprinted on the heart and spirit.

Gimli flexed his hips sharply, driving his length the rest of the way into his lover's tight inferno, ripping a wail of joy from Legolas' lips. He shifted, searching and exploring the tender passage. He was rewarded with an exquisite cry each time he brushed across that spot, Legolas arching against him, his elf’s beautiful face glowing with love and desire.

Legolas bore down on the hardness invading him, pulling his legs past his chest. "Uma! Harder, Gimli." His eyes were shut so tightly that he saw stars as Gimli massaged that certain location within that made his body feel as hot as a blazing fire. He quivered in happiness. "Wonderful!"

"Aye!" Gimli replied. He withdrew his shaft until only the head was still firmly fixed inside before plunging it into Legolas' tightness again. Then he experienced the bond between them strong and clear, bringing with it Legolas' joy at being filled so completely by him. It swept over him like wind across a plain, and he gasped at the exuberance of it.

Legolas moaned, his lover's actions making him dizzy with need and desire. Legolas could sense the bond sure and steady, and with it Gimli's rapture as his dwarf's cock was held so tight inside him. The cry from his throat erupted of its own volition.

Gimli's thrusts were sure and fierce despite the tremors that shook his body with the joy of their passion and the bond that was making it difficult to discern his own bliss from that of Legolas'.

Panting with delight, Legolas pushed himself upwards, holding Gimli deep inside and clenching his muscles around the rigid cock plundering his core. His lean body curved toward Gimli's as his dwarf’s hand stroked his throbbing length in accord with his hard merciless thrusts.

Legolas’ channel hugged Gimli’s cock and the blaze in the dwarf heightened as his scrotum pulled up and his shaft’s steady dripping multiplied. His member bulged in readiness to give his seed to his lover. Gimli felt his blood burn in his veins. "Love you, love this." His thrusts became even faster, harder and more intense.

Legolas’ trembling hand went to Gimli’s hair. His fingers twined through the locks as he whispered, “My one. My one.” Legolas gulped for air as he neared his release while Gimli's hard penis penetrated into the very depths of his hot yearning flesh.

Gimli stroked upward, his wrist twisting at the head of the extended elven shaft. Feeling lost in a rapture, Legolas writhed around him. Legolas feasted on gladness as Gimli drove into him, with lengthy powerful lunges. He sung out Gimli’s true name, eagerly impaling himself on his lover's broad cock. His voice was very quiet but the tone contained more love and passion than storm clouds hold rain. He softly repeated Gimli's name over and over, his fingers still interweaving among his dwarf’s hair, his body squirming in need as his dwarf moved within him.

Legolas threw back his head, feeling the tension deep within, the hot delicious friction from Gimli's fingers wrapped tightly around his cock. Vibrating, the aching length spent into his dwarf's hand, waves of heat overcoming Legolas’ being, the force of it shaking every part of him, tearing a sweet groan from his lips as he shuddered against his lover's body.

Gimli felt the walls of Legolas’ passage constrict against him, squeezing his cock relentlessly as he thrust far into his lover's recesses. Like sunshine on a steamy summer day, rays of exquisite fulfilment sought out each part of Gimli’s body as his elf’s jubilation was shared through the bond.

With a final thrust, he buried himself as deeply as he could, crying out his own release as his seed flooded into the cosy and welcoming heat of Legolas’ body. Sensual feelings of delight and repletion spiralled throughout his body, finding his soul and entwining around it, making his spirit soar higher than any lark. He was dimly aware of Legolas tugging him down, rocking the two of them, his whimpers filling Gimli's ears.

Gimli's body slowly calmed as he lay in Legolas' arms.

Legolas massaged Gimli's back with his strong archer's fingers. He whispered, "I love you. I shall always love you."

Gently, Gimli eased his now softened member out of Legolas' channel. Legolas made a quiet murmur of disapproval. Smiling, the dwarf reached for the cloth and after wetting it, he cleaned them both. He settled into Legolas' arms, resting against his side.

After awhile, Gimli realised that Legolas was muttering something. Bringing himself from the state of sated drowsiness Gimli focused on his elf's words and then chuckled.

Legolas was saying, "Igneous. If I remember correctly that means formed from a molten state. I do not believe that I was. I am not sure of the definition, though."

"It can also mean having the nature of, or containing fire. That you are." Legolas smiled and Gimli asked, "Tell me, my quiet love, the reason for the hushed love making tonight?"

"I am practicing for Erebor. I failed in my attempt to be noiseless."

"Ah...home. Aye, I can understand. I am not sure I like anything silencing that beautiful voice of yours. I have considered this matter. Our homes are built well and some noise would probably not be discerned. I am uncertain about screaming, though. And wailing and keening would most likely be heard. Even if my people have trouble with an elf in their community, they would object to my hurting you each night. It is possible that some would arrive at that conclusion. We never wail. And I never scream..." He paused.

There had been a few times when his voice surely had reached new volumes with Legolas. A glance at Legolas revealed a face that displayed a smug smirk. "Well, I never did before you. So it is due to your being an elf..." he ceased again, this time halted by Legolas' howl of laughter.

When Legolas was finished, he said "And the fact that I love you so much. I wish I had some solution to this issue."

"I was happy tonight. Very much. The trouble I foresee is not that my enjoyment will be less, but that I will forget as I did several times tonight and the guards will be called."

Gimli sighed. He did not know for a certainty but he suspected that the loud cries of an elf in pleasure might easily be mistaken for sounds of one of the First Born in pain. It was a definite possibility that if his elf commenced to yell in passion that sentries would be sent to his home to ask of Legolas' welfare. Even if they all were against Gimli loving an elf, they would not want him harmed. The fact that Legolas was Thranduil's son would make Gimli's people more sensitive on the matter. Gimli did not think his people would imagine that he would abuse Legolas but he could not be certain of their reaction. Surely they'd be able to see that Legolas was very capable of defending himself. Gimli had recognised that his elf was a warrior from the first meeting. "I will continue to think on this subject. There has to be some way to avoid problems without restraining either of us."

"Uma," said Legolas, his voice full of gloom, "we could stop making love."

Gimli frowned. "I find that highly unacceptable." He hugged Legolas tightly and then rolled to his back.

Legolas returned his hug, shifting down to rest against Gimli's chest, his fingers curling into his dwarf's beard. "No point in worrying too much over it, I guess. Maybe an answer will present itself when we are there. Whatever happens our love will remain true."

"Aye." Gimli did not see any other choice but to hope that some resolution to the dilemma would present itself in Erebor. In the meantime, he would rest next to his bond mate, lover, and friend, rejoicing in the present.



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