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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
37
Views:
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Reviews:
114
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Return To Mirkwood
Title: Return To Mirkwood
Chapter 1/38
Author: Sarah
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Rating: G for this chapter. Later chapters will be NC-17.
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.
Archive: Axe and Bow. OEAM. Cuddle Slash. Others please ask.
Feedback: Please. saraharizonaanne@hotpop.com
Author notes: 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 her love and support.
The story can also be found at:
http://avia.silverbloom.net/mirror/viewuser.php?uid=158
Gimli threw his pack in the dust by the path and promptly sat next to it. He considered leaning against one of the trees of Mirkwood but at the thought of the spiders that might fall from it decided not to. He wasn't that tired. Legolas had assured him this particular path was safe but the tales Gimli had heard of this forest were not pleasant ones.
Gimli did not notice the autumn breeze that was causing the trees' leaves to fall in a swirling dance of red, gold, and orange. The sweet smell of the late blooming bush next to him was also ignored. Nor he did think of the birds' songs or the chatter of a nearby squirrel. His concentration was on his friend and the horse Legolas was leading. Gimli had wanted a respite from the horse but he had not anticipated that the crazed elf he had been following would increase his pace with each mile. Gimli was tired of trying to keep up with someone whose legs suddenly seemed twice as long as his own.
The dwarf noted with satisfaction that his elf had ceased walking the instant Gimli's pack touched the ground.
"Gimli? Is something wrong?"
"Aye, that there is. I realise you are eager to get home but I see no point in running there."
Legolas came and sat next to him. "I'm eager to get it over with. The more I think on it the worse I imagine my Lord's reactions will be. Perhaps we should just go back to Gondor."
Gimli sighed. Going back to Gondor was a very attractive option but it felt like a cowardly one, too. "Are we to never go home and face our families? I believe this is right. I do not wish to live in furtive shame. Though you have to make the decision regarding your father and your people. Not me."
Legolas sighed so heavily that Gimli knew it was done for his benefit. "We should meet with guards at any time so it would be foolish to turn back now. Still..."
Legolas sighed again, softly this time. There was silence for awhile then the elf said, "Perhaps we should go over the possibilities one more time?"
Gimli looked over Legolas. They had gone over King Thranduil's possible reactions so many times now that Gimli wearied of the subject. Did his elf really need to talk about it or was listing it so close to home only going to make Legolas more nervous? "If you think that is best."
More silence.
"Nay. Are you ready to go on?"
Gimli got up. "Aye, we will ride again, I suppose."
They had barely gone for another quarter hour when Legolas halted the horse so he could listen to something that Gimli could not perceive. His gaze swept the trees.
The next thing Gimli knew, they were surrounded by archers with arrows all aimed at them. *This,* he thought, *must be a typical elven greeting despite the fact that Lord Elrond is friendly. But then Rivendell is a safer haven than Lothlorien or Mirkwood.*
Just as suddenly the threat changed to happiness as clear elven voices rejoiced at Legolas' arrival home.
Gimli listened as the elves around him talked. *I must be a very strange dwarf,* he thought, *to love elven voices so much. And even stranger that most of the Sindarin I understand has to do with what one might say in the bedroom.*
Legolas was saying something now and Gimli caught his name in the conversation. Legolas placed his hand on the dwarf's shoulder.
"We were told by our Lord that you would most likely have a dwarf with you." One of the elves said.
Gimli wondered if Legolas felt shaken by this news.
This was a possibility they hadn't discussed: that King Thranduil would already be aware of their relationship.
End of chapter one.
TBC.
Chapter 1/38
Author: Sarah
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Rating: G for this chapter. Later chapters will be NC-17.
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.
Archive: Axe and Bow. OEAM. Cuddle Slash. Others please ask.
Feedback: Please. saraharizonaanne@hotpop.com
Author notes: 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 her love and support.
The story can also be found at:
http://avia.silverbloom.net/mirror/viewuser.php?uid=158
Gimli threw his pack in the dust by the path and promptly sat next to it. He considered leaning against one of the trees of Mirkwood but at the thought of the spiders that might fall from it decided not to. He wasn't that tired. Legolas had assured him this particular path was safe but the tales Gimli had heard of this forest were not pleasant ones.
Gimli did not notice the autumn breeze that was causing the trees' leaves to fall in a swirling dance of red, gold, and orange. The sweet smell of the late blooming bush next to him was also ignored. Nor he did think of the birds' songs or the chatter of a nearby squirrel. His concentration was on his friend and the horse Legolas was leading. Gimli had wanted a respite from the horse but he had not anticipated that the crazed elf he had been following would increase his pace with each mile. Gimli was tired of trying to keep up with someone whose legs suddenly seemed twice as long as his own.
The dwarf noted with satisfaction that his elf had ceased walking the instant Gimli's pack touched the ground.
"Gimli? Is something wrong?"
"Aye, that there is. I realise you are eager to get home but I see no point in running there."
Legolas came and sat next to him. "I'm eager to get it over with. The more I think on it the worse I imagine my Lord's reactions will be. Perhaps we should just go back to Gondor."
Gimli sighed. Going back to Gondor was a very attractive option but it felt like a cowardly one, too. "Are we to never go home and face our families? I believe this is right. I do not wish to live in furtive shame. Though you have to make the decision regarding your father and your people. Not me."
Legolas sighed so heavily that Gimli knew it was done for his benefit. "We should meet with guards at any time so it would be foolish to turn back now. Still..."
Legolas sighed again, softly this time. There was silence for awhile then the elf said, "Perhaps we should go over the possibilities one more time?"
Gimli looked over Legolas. They had gone over King Thranduil's possible reactions so many times now that Gimli wearied of the subject. Did his elf really need to talk about it or was listing it so close to home only going to make Legolas more nervous? "If you think that is best."
More silence.
"Nay. Are you ready to go on?"
Gimli got up. "Aye, we will ride again, I suppose."
They had barely gone for another quarter hour when Legolas halted the horse so he could listen to something that Gimli could not perceive. His gaze swept the trees.
The next thing Gimli knew, they were surrounded by archers with arrows all aimed at them. *This,* he thought, *must be a typical elven greeting despite the fact that Lord Elrond is friendly. But then Rivendell is a safer haven than Lothlorien or Mirkwood.*
Just as suddenly the threat changed to happiness as clear elven voices rejoiced at Legolas' arrival home.
Gimli listened as the elves around him talked. *I must be a very strange dwarf,* he thought, *to love elven voices so much. And even stranger that most of the Sindarin I understand has to do with what one might say in the bedroom.*
Legolas was saying something now and Gimli caught his name in the conversation. Legolas placed his hand on the dwarf's shoulder.
"We were told by our Lord that you would most likely have a dwarf with you." One of the elves said.
Gimli wondered if Legolas felt shaken by this news.
This was a possibility they hadn't discussed: that King Thranduil would already be aware of their relationship.
End of chapter one.
TBC.