Return to Mirkwood COMPLETE

Title: Return to Mirkwood
Chapter Five.
Author: Sarah
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter.
Warning: Graphic sex between two males.
Slash. Beards and sex.
Disclaimer: I love them and thank Tolkien for them. They are not mine. The Gimli and Legolas I write belong solely to Tolkien. They are not related to the movie characters. I claim only 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. Story moves forward after this chapter.
Thank you to Nína, Anon, Indri, Erunyauve, and Brazgirl for the reviews.



"Hold still for a moment Gimli and let me try something." Legolas' tone took on that smooth quality it had when he was aroused. Gimli felt his own skin flush at the passion in his lover's voice.

"I'll hold still but I won't promise for how long." He chuckled.

Legolas pressed his own chest against Gimli's. "You call my hair liquid gold but you're as fiery as any furnace to melt it and this..." he ran his fingers through Gimli's chest hair, "is soft but a bit bristly. I love it and it feels very good against me." Legolas bore down firmly against Gimli.

Gimli could see this quickly becoming a problem. That silken, seductive voice, and the hard elven body pushed tightly against him, and he was suppose to be still!

Legolas rubbed his chest languidly over Gimli's torso. "This is nice. Will you allow me to continue?"

Gimli wasn't sure what Legolas desired or how long he could be motionless under this temptation but he nodded.” Whatever you would do is fine, beloved."

Legolas moved over Gimli, sliding a hard and aching erection across Gimli's upper body, moaning at the same time. "You're built so wonderfully, meleth nín." A soft hitched breath and then, "You're so firm," reaching down, he stroked Gimli's chest hair, with a sigh of contentment.

Gimli fascinated by the leaking elven shaft that was for all intents and purposes being offered him, forgot about remaining still, and reaching down pumped gently, eliciting a tremble and a soft crooning sound from Legolas.

"Amen meal lie, Gimli."

Legolas was straddling him now and Gimli found the weight and position strangely erotic. How long they could hold this position was debatable but Legolas was lighter than he looked. The slender body surrounding him felt almost feverish in its heat.

"Gimli, may I borrow your beard?"

"Borrow my beard! Do I want to know why and what for?"

"Nay, I think."

"Hmmm. Go ahead."

And to Gimli's surprise Legolas sat on the bed. "Here lay your head in my lap."

"Am I to be still, too?" Gimli teased.

"It would help. We have just enough time for a bath together if we hurry afterwards."

Another bath! Gimli could just imagine the talk that soon would be going on among the servants at this rate.

Gimli went to shift to the location Legolas wanted and then stopped transfixed at the sight of Legolas on the bed, his erection hard and straight and proud. Forcing his eyes up to sparkling blue ones, he said, "I was planning on a smaller bed than those of humans but now I reckon a much bigger one would be more fitting." Pausing for a kiss that left them both heated, he rolled to his side. He laid his head across Legolas' lap and added, "And then I'll be the only dwarf blessed beyond belief to need a bed so big."

Gimli did not know what to expect but it was definitely not what Legolas did. He wrapped a dwarven beard around a hard elven shaft and began to slide his hips against it.

Gimli was stunned. He started to say that he didn't think this was why dwarves had beards but suddenly he couldn't remember why his race had beards himself. Surely, not to please elven lovers, of that he was certain.

Legolas had gone back to covering his stiff member with a dwarven beard, making little yowling sounds that Gimli had not heard before from his lips. Beginning to glide forward, Legolas said, “Tell me if I pull," and he started to thrust gently.

Gimli had no intention of informing his elf of any such thing. The enraptured look on Legolas' face was worth any minor annoyances on his part and then there was that elven shaft close enough as if to be tasted. Yet didn't he tell Legolas he would be still?

One taste couldn't be that distracting, though. Watching Legolas thrust slowly, all the while making humming sounds between little gasps was so enthralling that Gimli found breathing difficult.

Pausing in his intention to taste, Gimli relished the stunning display his beloved was giving him. It was only when Legolas' thrusts grew harder, his breathing deepening, the humming turning into a wail that Gimli realised the danger in just observing.

Shifting as little as possible, Gimli waited until Legolas was closest in his movements to twirl his tongue around the peak of the leaking cock, his elf instantly reacting with a shout. *So much for one taste being not that distracting.*

As Legolas had ceased and was taking a heaving breath, Gimli shifted some more and engulfed the head of that taut shaft with his mouth swirling his tongue against the moist slit and listening to the squeal this brought forth.

After a minute, Gimli quit, producing a cry from Legolas. "I'm supposed to stay still. Continue."

His only answer was a small whimper and panting. Gimli slid his hands around to Legolas' back and rubbed. Legolas had not yet moved and Gimli hovered teasingly, right above the straining elven member, giving it little licks, savouring the taste that belonged to his lover alone.

Surrounding all but the head with his beard, and massaging his lover's back with the other hand, while Legolas wriggled and moaned, Gimli said between licks, "Do you wish me to stop?"

"N'uma, meleth! Nay!"

Using the end of his bushy beard to caress the sensitive shaft's head, Gimli began sucking and licking the lower part of the swollen hot flesh.

Gimli eased his hands off Legolas now and sat up. His own gasps mingled with Legolas' laden inhalations. Legolas lay back on the bed, spreading his legs invitingly. "Do as you wish. I am yours."

Gimli groaned and closed his eyes tightly. Heat spread throughout his body and centred in his groin. His member was dripping and swelled with heaviness. Impelled by Legolas' actions, Gimli moved between the widely open legs. Recalling what had been exciting his lover, he made the decision of what to do next.

Swiftly plunging his mouth down Legolas' rigid shaft, Gimli felt the hard column shove against the back of his throat. He let his beard fall around Legolas instead of putting it aside as he usually did. Legolas howled as Gimli started rapidly moving up and down.

"Ohhhh! Ai, that's wonderful," Legolas cried in joy, thrusting his hips. "Ah, I love your hot mouth and the touch of your beard intoxicates me!"

Legolas' fingers ran searchingly down Gimli, ending at his lover's stomach, where he made frenzied circles against the firm skin.

Gimli changed the way he was lying on the bed so those fingers could find what they were searching so frantically for, sighing in bliss around Legolas.

His elf firmly grasped Gimli's throbbing shaft, sliding his hand down, stroking it in time with his dwarf's actions.

Gimli moaned around Legolas, licking under the head and then taking his elf deep down his throat, letting the very bottom of the heated flesh be sheathed by his beard. Rubbing the base of the firm cock with his beard, he enveloped the top with his tongue and mouth.

The smooth, silken touch encircling his shaft and pleasing his lover was all that mattered to Gimli, as Legolas maddeningly kept a steady rhythmic stroking. Swirling his thumb teasingly over the head of Gimli's hard erection, he took Gimli to a higher plain of pleasure, making the dwarf groan. Pumping upwards, his shaft convulsing in Legolas' grasp, Gimli roared in elation, as his seed spurted out.

Carefully releasing Legolas, Gimli teased the elf's turgid shaft with his beard, breathing in harsh pants as the after shocks swept through him.

Gimli concluded by Legolas' almost wheezing breath that it was time for a little trick he did that tended to make his elf come within seconds. Gimli took a long breath and sheltered his lover's shaft once again in his mouth. Wrapping his wide tongue almost completely around the tense shaft, Gimli slid the beard up and then out of the way. Slowly going far down the rigid cock, Gimli felt the desire he held in his mouth swell. The elven cries of pleasure were reaching a higher zenith and Gimli knew his lover was at the brink of release.

Massaging Legolas' back with his hand, he could feel his elf writhing with happiness. Letting his tongue encompass the fiery shaft, Gimli gathered the smooth elven sac in his hand, sensing it tighten as the pressure built inside the scrotum. Delighting in both the keening from Legolas and the smoothness under his fingers and longing to give Legolas as much pleasure as possible, Gimli let his beard brush across the treasure he cupped in his palm.

The cry this produced surprised Gimli with the intensity of the emotion expressed. Legolas had gone very still and was taking huge breaths. Brushing his beard again across the full testicles, he watched rather astonished, as his elf seemed to hold his breath, elven fingers clenching the sheets so tightly the knuckles were white.

Gimli gave his lover the chance to recover and when his respiration had steadied a little, now becoming hard pants, he used his other hand to nudge tenderly on his lover's back and encourage Legolas to move.

Thrusting gently, Legolas began to match Gimli's own movements, his keening mixing with Gimli's name.

Arching upwards with a long wail, and one quick sharp thrust, Legolas came in sweet spurts, taken over in heightening waves of ecstasy, every inch of his body overwhelmed with strong waves of radiant joy.

Gimli swallowed everything Legolas had to offer, licking his love clean when he was finished spending.

In the seconds, after their loving, Gimli rested next to Legolas' side. He soon found himself surrounded by a sultry elven body.

They laid holding on tightly to each other, neither saying a word. Yet Gimli was certain that Legolas' thoughts, too, dealt with a meeting that had to be very close now.

"If we rush through the bath and do not linger at our meal, I should be on time."

"What will happen if you are late?"

"He will say, 'You are late.' in a tone that implies no child of his should ever be late."

"That's all?"

"Yes. When I was ten..."

Gimli tried to picture Legolas as ten years old and found it difficult. Legolas seemed ageless to him. Always and forever one age.

"I received a long and tedious lecture on it but it wasn't really due to being tardy. To quote him, 'If you must be late, do not run into the servants in your haste. And if you must collide into a servant, you will stop and say 'excuse me', not 'get out of the way'. You are my son and will act accordingly."

Legolas' tone had got quite stern and Gimli grinned. He had received a few lectures of a similar nature with the same tone of voice from his own father.

“‘You will not act like an untrained monster. Now you will go back and help pick up the bread you caused to fall. Seeing as you could not say 'excuse me', you can try saying 'I'm sorry' instead.' I have never run into a servant again."

Gimli began to laugh.

"You can laugh, my friend, but I thought, at the time that I might never recover. It was a very long lecture indeed. Let's go see about hot water."

TBC