Love and Flowers

Title: Love and Flowers.
Author: Sarah saraharizonaanne@hotpop.com
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: I love them and thank Tolkien for them. They are not mine.
Beta: Vinni. Thank you! Any mistakes left are mine.
Archive: Axe and Bow. Others please ask.
Feedback: Please.
Warnings: Slash. Sex between males.
Author notes: This fic. is the last that belongs to Return to Mirkwood. It is a scene after the ceremony and is mentioned in chapter 34.


Dedicated to Haleth.



Gimli came to a quick stop in the doorway, taking in the scene before him. The room was bathed in a rosy glow from the fireplace. The scent of burning apple wood wafted to his nose. The air was humid from the steamy water. There were fresh towels of light green in the racks by the bathtub.

Gimli’s focus though, was on the bathtub and laughter erupted from his lips as he saw the white blossoms of some plant floating in the water. In all his life, he had never seen a bath prepared in such a fashion.

After a moment, he said "I suppose you expect me to cleanse in that, or perhaps I'm not allowed to as you are worried it will be dangerous for a dwarf?"

Legolas gently squeezed Gimli’s shoulder. He responded "I believe that is camomile. If you will move out of the doorway, my one, I will go see if I am right."

Chuckling to himself, Gimli shifted so Legolas could get past him.

Legolas examined the flowers and commented, "They are camomile blossoms and are harmless. We consider them relaxing. It is also revenge."

"Revenge for what?"

"Celduil and I added flowers to Tasar and Lisse's bath several times after their bonding night."

"So I can expect this again as a consequence."

"It is a distinct possibility. If you agree to wash...", Legolas' tone became as fiery as the blaze in the fireplace, "I promise I'll lick off any petal that is bold enough to touch a dwarf. Not one shall go unnoticed."

Gimli's mind stated firmly that no dwarf ever bathed in flowers, but his cock hardened rapidly at Legolas' tone, and the only utterance from his mouth was a moan.

"Is that an agreement?" Legolas' hands went to his leggings and the pants dropped. His eyes stayed on Gimli. The dwarf's hair was scattered over his shoulders and Legolas' fingers itched to bury themselves in the soft, silky heat. Gimli's hair was like brown and red autumn leaves but no foliage shone with such living brilliance or was such a delight to the fingers. "Your beauty even surpasses that of a tree."

Gimli smiled. He was sure that saying someone was more beautiful than a tree was a compliment as far his elf was concerned. His concentration was not on the words but on the obviously thoroughly and recently kissed lips. The magical dance of two tongues in perfect harmony was vivid in Gimli’s mind.

As his mind replayed the sweet pleasure of that meeting of tongues, Gimli's gaze followed the descent of his elf's leggings with appreciation and then swept upwards to settle on the pale genitals between Legolas' legs. The flaccid organ rested over his lover’s sac. "Beautiful, you are mîr nín." he muttered.

Slowly, Gimli came into the room, his gaze fixed on Legolas as the archer stepped into the tub, settled himself on one of the steps and motioned for the dwarf. Gimli came to the side of the bathtub, his bare feet resting on the fuzzy brown rug that the elves had put at the side. He tugged his leggings off, letting them join his lover's on the floor.

Gimli's eyes never left Legolas'. Cerulean eyes that displayed a reflection of the dwarf. Once Gimli had felt he could get lost in that bright vision, but now he knew that it was in those orbs that he truly found himself.

Legolas squirmed on the marble step as his sleeping cock awakened and twitched, the heated water flowing around it. Gimli's eyes were a darker brown than any Legolas had ever beheld. They sparkled with joy and held such love for him that his heart rejoiced. The bond between them was clearly seen. Legolas cock filled with an almost painful rush.

Gimli sat on a step above Legolas. A quiet, blissful sigh escaped Gimli as he observed Legolas’ eyes go from the blue of an autumn sky to a dark shade of evening. Gimli's legs rested in the water and his cock extended out above the hot liquid. He glided a hand across Legolas' bare chest, discovering a stiffening tip. Pinching and tugging the erect nub, he surrounded the other pink nipple with his mouth, nibbling at it. Gimli's cock jerked with each sweet groan from his treasure.

The water rippled with their movements and the flowers surrounded Legolas. Gimli gasped at the sight. Creamy white blossoms around a light, glimmering waist. Slender hips and a long erection whose steady pulse proclaimed Legolas’ desire. The tips of his elf’s hair swam in the water like glistening gold. Several strands of it lay on top of the white flowers decorating them with a living, shiny radiance.

With the lightest of touches, Legolas glided his hand down Gimli's firm stomach, licking his lips as his fingers found the erect shaft between his lover's legs. He wrapped one arm around Gimli’s neck and whispered into his dwarf’s ear, "Your spirit is one with mine and with every beat of my heart I am aware of you. You have taught my body passion, for nothing I have experienced comes near to what we share." Leaning down, Legolas’ tongue brushed over Gimli's arm with a long stroke, and he whispered, "No flowers here."

Inhaling deeply, Legolas said, "You are so astonishingly seductive especially when aroused.” He nibbled Gimli’s arm. “You are alight with an inner fire that I can feel." His fingers wandered across Gimli's chest. "I believe there is a petal here."

Legolas' tongue made a lazy ambling path down Gimli's neck, nipping at the bottom. "No flowers here." he whispered. Gimli's only answer was a whimper. Diving his tongue into the hollow of Gimli's throat, Legolas twirled it over the rapidly beating pulse, and then gave it a long stroke. He savoured the taste of his lover. "You are heated mulled mead."

The moist tongue and lips, the fingers rambling over his torso, quickened the fire blazing in Gimli's body and brought moans and whimpers. It was difficult to sit still, and he shifted on the step. Closing his eyes, he let the joy and pleasure wash over him. Tiny clenches of Legolas' teeth were alternated with lingering sweeps from his elf's tongue. Gasping, Gimli said, "You intoxicate me with your desire. Being opened by your ardour and strength is better than anything I've ever known." The slim elven body quivered in passion at his words.

Legolas shifted to reach Gimli's chest. Tracing a path with his tongue around first one nipple and then the other, he cherished every tremble and each breathless moan from Gimli. "No petals here." he said, but he suspected Gimli was past caring. Flattening his tongue, Legolas rested it on Gimli's stiff bud. His sensitive muscle sensed his dwarf's fast heartbeat, the echo of which resided in his own heart.

Gimli lightly ran a fingertip across his elf's cock enjoying the hard, velvety flesh. His thumb swept over the damp, swollen head, and Legolas cried out. Rubbing his thumb over the skin, and occasionally wiping the flared ridge, Gimli delighted in the twitches from the responsive organ.

Wanting to return the pleasure, Legolas' hand moved down to the thick shaft between Gimli's legs. Slowly he stroked, gently rotating his palm at the top so it massaged the enlarged head. "I have to make sure no flower is bold enough to touch you." He nuzzled into Gimli's chest, breathing in the dwarf's scent. "You are a spicy treat that I cannot resist devouring." Bestowing a lick over an erect nipple, he whispered, “I am always starved for you."

Looking up, Legolas encountered Gimli's gaze. The warrior's eyes were misty with passion and desire. Slowly Legolas lowered his head to Gimli's broad cock throbbing with need. His tongue flicked out and swirled over the velvet-soft head. Gimli's hips curved upward to meet him. Legolas rained a series of tender kisses along Gimli's stomach. He dipped his tongue into the flower-scented water and then bringing it up, he strolled it across the dwarf's abdomen.

His mouth ranged upwards until he came to a rigid, brown nipple, droplets of water leaving signs of his loving over Gimli's chest. Legolas licked gently at first with small wet daubs of his tongue, then sucking at the disc firmly, and finally grazing the tip lightly with his teeth, he drew forth moans from Gimli. A soft bite brought an even louder cry of pleasure from the dwarf.

One hand toying with a pert nipple while the other rubbed his elf's firm back, Gimli pushed against the silky skin, inching forward to remind Legolas of his other needs.

Licking and sucking an erect nipple, Legolas' heart beat like thunder at the joy of such intimacy with Gimli. His gaze went to Gimli's erection with its seed gathering at the slit, and he sighed happily.

Legolas leaned forward, and Gimli eagerly met his lover, his mouth opening instinctually, waiting and wanting.

Legolas' tongue darted in quickly, and he thrust it far over his dwarf's. Curling his tongue above Gimli's, he slowly dragged the heated muscle completely across the dwarf's tongue until he felt his lover's teeth. His hands resting on Gimli's arms, he could feel every tremble from his one. Flicking his tongue under Gimli's, he tickled the underside with light touches until his beloved's hands clasped his waist tightly.

Legolas separated from Gimli and smiled at the result of his loving. Gimli's eyes blazed with inner blaze that the elf was sure came straight from Aulë. Gimli’s mouth was slightly opened, and his cheeks lightly blushed with the heat from his body's pleasure.

Licking and nipping, Legolas began to make a moist trail down Gimli's firm body. "No flowers here," he whispered, giving Gimli's hard, raised nipples only a passing brush of his tongue before continuing to map his way across rock hard muscle.

Panting in anticipation, Gimli's fingers tugged gently at Legolas' hair as he sought to encourage a more expeditious descent.

Legolas looked up through a fall of sunlight tresses to smile at Gimli. Biting gently on Gimli's hip, he glanced at his lover once more before sucking hard, then pulling back to examine the result. He ran his tongue across the mark to soothe. His mouth wandered along Gimli's waist as if to sample every nuance of the flavour of his lover's skin.

Gimli groaned, bucking his hips.

Legolas smiled in joy at Gimli's obvious pleasure, rubbing his finger across the mark he had just made. He liked the signs of their loving to be in a private place displaying how much intimacy Gimli allowed him. He was conscious of Gimli's shallow breathing as his lover awaited his next touch. His own shaft was throbbing in need, leaking tiny drops of seed into the water.

Legolas eyed his lover's turgid length and blew across the glistening tip, causing it to quiver erratically. He flicked his tongue to catch the drops from the flared head of Gimli's cock. His tongue stilled over the shaft, then swirled lightly as if to taste for the first time. Sighing in contentment, his hot breath traversed across Gimli's shaft, and the dwarf groaned loudly.

Shifting down to the next step, Legolas bent and in one swift movement swallowed Gimli's cock until he felt the rigid head strike the back of his throat.

Engulfed suddenly in a blazing cavern, Gimli's cry of "Legolas!" rang through the room. His hands gripped the stairs as he drew his knees upward, spreading his thighs all the wider, offering himself to his lover.

Legolas muttered his delight as his hands slid under Gimli's taut rear, and he drew his lover up to his face. The dwarf’s cock slid deeply into his throat, and he moaned happily at the full sensation.

Gimli gasped as Legolas' teeth teased the side of his shaft, the hot tongue swirling over his flesh. And then his cock was sinking down again as Legolas took the dwarf completely into his throat. Legolas began to hum and the reverberations brought a sudden rush of pure fire into the dwarf's loins. His blood sang within his veins, and his body tensed with need. Shutting his eyes tightly, Gimli sucked in his bottom lip, cutting off the scream that was welling up inside of him.

Gliding a finger over Gimli's sac, Legolas started a gentle kneading massage of the tight muscles underneath. He tenderly pushed deeply into Gimli.

The slender finger resting inside and the hot mouth sucking him caused Gimli's balls to tighten. With a loud cry he released his seed down Legolas' throat in a hot gushing torrent. Ecstasy tore through his body leaving no place untouched by bliss.

Experiencing Gimli’s euphoria through the bond, Legolas shuddered and held still to prevent himself from spending with his lover. Once every drop had coated his throat, Legolas eased back from Gimli.

Legolas cleaned his lover's now softened length thoroughly with his tongue before making his way back to Gimli's hopeful lips, kissing them with the passion of a lover not yet sated.

Gimli could feel his beloved's still erect shaft probe his leg and could see the need written clearly in Legolas' eyes. Once more Gimli splayed his legs and thrust up against his love. His elf's claiming kiss told him that his lover perceived and accepted the offer.

Legolas smiled happily. His finger once again circled the tight ring of muscle, massaging and relaxing it. No matter how many times they had done this, Legolas still thrilled as it gave way and the tightness grasped his finger the way it would soon grip his cock. He rotated his finger as Gimli pressed down hard, pushing the digit as far as possible inside him.

"I love you and rejoice in the way you desire me." Legolas whispered into Gimli's ear.

Gasping Gimli answered, "I love you. You are rapture itself."

Legolas leaned over and kissed Gimli, his tongue darting throughout the dwarf's mouth to taste and explore.

As the flicking tongue paused to roll over his own, Gimli captured the muscle and suckled, loving the taste of his own pleasure mixed with the flavour of his elf. A second finger was inserted to probe and stretch. Aching with the need to be filled, Gimli bore down on the digits while continuing to suck on Legolas' tongue. His elf's chest was heaving against him and each fevered breath stirred Gimli's cock bringing it to hardness again. Breaking the kiss, he pushed gently against Legolas and muttered, "Now."

Carefully, Legolas slipped his fingers free and stood up.

Gimli could not resist, and reaching out he pumped the hard shaft facing him. Moaning, Legolas stilled. Gimli eased up to lick at the protruding cock. His tongue played over the slit of the weeping head and a ringing cry came from Legolas. After a long sweep of his tongue, Gimli stood up and climbed out of the tub. Throwing a towel down on the rug next to it, Gimli settled in on it, lying back and opening his legs for his lover. His eyes wandered down to the erect cock that jutted hot and heavy between Legolas’ legs, and he moaned in eagerness.

Eyes as dark as the sky at midnight held Gimli’s gaze as Legolas lowered his body down to his lover. The dwarf could not prevent his cry of pleasure as Legolas’ weight settled on him.

The feel of the rigid, wet head of Legolas’ cock brushing his anus brought forth a shout of delectation from Gimli. He took a deep breath and then pushed out, welcoming the eager flesh. Gimli ignored the slight burning ache, for all he cared about was the joy of taking Legolas inside him. Delighting in the slow glide of each unyielding inch into his wanting body, Gimli lifted his hips to aid Legolas.

Gasping, Legolas kept an unhurried pace giving Gimli time to adjust. Each move forward brought his throbbing shaft deeper inside the heated, soft channel. Whimpering, he held onto Gimli’s arms. The passage claimed him, the silky sides of it rubbing over his cock with a thrilling tension.

When Legolas' sac rested snug against his arse, Gimli looked up and in a voice deep with passion, he said, "I love you, mir nín." He put his head against his elf's chest and panted. He loved moments like this. He could feel every pulse of Legolas’ hard cock deep inside him. Gimli could sense its moisture and the heat of the shaft. He could smell the woodland scent that belonged to his elf mingled now with camomile and feel the exquisite skin against his face along with his treasure's trembling.

Legolas withdrew from his beloved's body ever so slowly, only to thrust back into Gimli in one long push.

Gimli gasped and hissed as Legolas began a steady rocking motion, surging into him with harder and harder thrusts of his shaft, caressing the pleasure area that resided inside him. Gimli's cock throbbed in sequence with each of Legolas’ plunges.

Legolas' mouth came down upon Gimli's, plunging his tongue deep within his lover's mouth. The flickering firelight, the crackle of the blaze within the hearth, the smell of the steamy water, all vanished from Legolas’ senses.

Gimli was everything. Music and dance. Love and joy. Song and word. Pleasure and fulfilment. Gimli was all that and more.

Gimli was the taste of ale, and a flavour that belonged exclusively to his dwarf on Legolas’ tongue. The feel of Gimli’s channel holding and releasing his cock, and the smell of his one like the warm, spiced mead that his people loved to drink after an exciting autumn hunt; all this was Gimli.

Nothing else mattered but to share this closeness that came from love. As the cadence of his movement into the body of his cherished lover increased, Legolas sensed the building fire in his loins and slowed his thrusts. Gimli was writhing under him. Legolas' mouth left his dwarf’s, travelling over Gimli’s face before nuzzling into a beard of fiery satin. Discovering the sensitive area on Gimli's neck, he began to tenderly suck.

Shuddering, Gimli whispered Legolas' name in a panting appeal. He shifted in a bid to recover the original impetus of Legolas’ motions. He could scarcely think as Legolas sucked at his neck, the feel of his lover’s cock lodged firmly within his body overwhelming everything. He moaned softly, begging for more.

Legolas slowly eased from his lover, leaving only the head of his cock embedded. Gimli's whimper of displeasure turned to a shout of joy as his beloved plunged deep and hard into him.

Gimli arched up to meet him, gasping with ecstasy as Legolas repeatedly pierced him; stroking that certain region over and over. Legolas’ hand enclosed his cock, and Gimli cried out as slender fingers worked his flesh. A thumb swiped the head of his shaft. The pounding in Gimli's chest spoke not only of his excitement but also declared the racing beat of Legolas’ passion. Gimli’s release erupted in fierce, racking spasms as his seed filled the space between them.

As hot fluid covered his hand and Gimli’s rapture flowed through the bond to capture his body, Legolas thrust deeply, and his keening joined his dwarf’s howl of elation. Legolas’ shuddering completion tore through his body with such strength that he fell upon Gimli and clung to him.

For long minutes, they lay together, Legolas pressed into his dwarf’s torso. It was with great reluctance that Legolas withdrew from Gimli. He snuggled next to Gimli and rested his head on his lover’s chest. Flickers of felicity were still buzzing over his skin.

"Amin mela lle, Legolas, always." Gimli said softly, kissing his elf on the top of his head.

“And I shall always love you.” Legolas answered.



The end.