members of the Fellowship found their way to their bedrolls, all but the
Title: A Simple Gesture
Author: Emma Keigh
E-mail: emmakeigh@ithilas.com
Rating: NC-17
Characters: the Fellowship
Pairings: Legolas/Gimli
Category: First time; PWP; romance
Status: New, complete
Date: 13 May 2004
Archive: The Library of Moria and Slashlords Archive
Series: refers to events in "A Night in Hollin"
Website: www.ithilas.com/chezemma
Summary: The beginning of the relationship between the Elf and Dwarf.
Disclaimer: The characters and melieux from The Lord of the Rings are
the property of the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien and New Line Cinema (AOL).
I only play with them from time to time for my own amusement and
without compensation. No harm; no foul; no profit. Anything or anyone
new, however, is mine (left-overs again!).
Warning: This story contains explicit scenes of sex between consenting
adult males of various species. If you are under age or don't care for this,
LEAVE NOW. Beta-read by Nikki Memmott. Thanks, merci beaucoup,
tapadh leibh, gracias, danke, grazie, spazebo, arigato, obrigado.
*italics* **bold**
A SIMPLE GESTURE
a Legolas/Gimli story
**The Misty Mountains**
It all started with a simple gesture.
Legolas turned and offered a helping hand to Gimli as they climbed up the
rough, boulder-strewn mountainside. They had never touched each other
before, and when their hands clasped, much more than their flesh seemed
to connect. Legolas hesitated, the sensations leaving him breathless for a
moment, then he lifted the Dwarf bodily to the top of the boulder.
"I fear Gandalf chooses a path to suit his long legs," the Elf-prince
confided in Gimli as they continued in the general direction the wizard
led. "Boromir and Aragorn might as well carry the Halflings." Lithely he
leapt to the next boulder.
"I'm no Hobbit," the Dwarf growled, pointedly ignoring the Elf's offered
hand. Instead, he sized up the distance from one boulder to the next and,
swinging his arms, broad-jumped the gap. His boots, meant for tramping
on well-kept paths, slipped on the weather-polished granite, and only the
Elf's quick grab stopped him from falling back.
Again the joining of their hands brought the bright blue eyes to bear on the
deep brown eyes. Their gazes locked and when Legolas pulled Gimli
toward himself he caught the Dwarf in an unexpected embrace. Legolas
had never been so close to Gimli -- indeed, to any Dwarf -- before. He had
always imagined them to be smelly and dirty, but Gimli's scent was like
newly-turned earth in springtime -- fresh and clean.
A long moment passed before a gentle *harrumph* from Gimli prompted
Legolas to release the Dwarf. They stood back from each other, before
Legolas lowered his eyes as a blush rose across this fair skin, then he
turned to follow the wizard's lead once more.
They made camp that night as they had since leaving Rivendell, still safe
enough on the western slopes of the mountains for them to risk a campfire
and hot food. As the sky darkened and the stars came out, one by one the
members of the Fellowship found their way to their bedrolls, all but the
Elf who had no need to sleep, and so kept watch for his companions. He
had become accustomed to the peculiar sounds each of the others made
while asleep. Mithrandir -- Gandalf, the others called him -- tended to
mutter in his sleep as though he carried on a conversation with the wind
itself. The Halflings were constantly shifting position, the four of them
sleeping so near one another that elbows and knees frequently bumped.
Lately the two men had taken to lying together, and Legolas was all too
aware of the pleasures they shared in the darkness. The Dwarf, the
soundest sleeper of them all, snored loudly most of the night, a bass
rumble under all the other sounds on the mountainside.
Legolas carefully chose his sentinel post, high enough to see all the farther
afield, his back against a low-growing shrub so he wouldn't be silhouetted
in the star-filled sky. He listened as each of his companions finally fell
asleep, but oddly there was no sonorous rumble from the Dwarf's bed. He
hugged his knees and trained his sharp eyes on each bedroll in turn,
surprised to find the Dwarf's blankets abandoned next to the smoldering
fire. *He must have needed to relieve himself,* the Elf thought, but his
ears told him otherwise. No heavy footsteps sounded from the knot of
bushes they'd designated as the latrine, but he did hear steps approaching
his post. They were not the footsteps of the Dwarf's heavy boots, but
sounded more like the Hobbits' bare feet on the rocky ground.
"Master Elf," a gruff voice spoke from the darkness. "May I sit with you
while you watch?"
"Of course," Legolas answered. "I shall be glad for the company."
Gimli had removed his helmet and armor for the night, and, Legolas
noticed, his boots as well. Both of his axes had been left with the rest of
his gear, as had his pipe. He sank down to sit cross-legged, his knee
nearly touching Legolas.
Side by side they sat for several minutes, nether of them speaking. The
night air carried the bite of frost, but Legolas felt a warmth from the solid
bulk of the Dwarf's body, and found himself wondering if Gimli had found
as much pleasure in their brief embrace as he had.
Gimli cleared his throat, a habit that prefaced every conversation. "You
kept me from falling today," he said awkwardly, not looking at the Elf. "I
wanted to thank you."
Legolas lowered his head, his right hand touching his chest. "It would be
a tragedy to loose such a valuable member of the company," he explained.
Leaning forward, Gimli rested his elbows on his knees and stroked his
beard. Turning his head only slightly he caught sight of the Elf and
continued. "I found your touch -- " He cleared his throat again.
Legolas smiled at the Dwarf's loss for words. He hoped Gimli would say
their embrace had been pleasant, at least. He gazed expectantly at the
Dwarf and patiently waited for him to go on. The silence stretched into an
uncomfortable length of time, and finally Legolas spoke again. "I know
very little of your race," he said. "Do Dwarves find such embraces as we
shared today a pleasure?
Gimli sighed and visibly relaxed. "Yes," he answered, very quickly, as
though he had been holding his breath, "we do."
"Ah," the Elf sighed, nodding his head. "So do we Elves." He lifted his
hand to brush his fingers against the Dwarf's beard. "I would like to know
what else brings you pleasure." He leaned forward before Gimli could
answer and brushed a kiss across the full lips half covered with beard and
moustache. He pulled back less than a finger's width and whispered, "Do
Dwarves care for kisses?"
Gimli's enthusiastic response bowled Legolas over, and they rolled on the
ground together, their lips sealed in a deepening kiss. The Dwarf clutched
at the Elf, his arms firmly wrapped around the slender torso while Legolas
threaded his long fingers into the loosened braid at the back of Gimli's
head.
The Dwarf's body felt hot against his, even through their clothing. As they
tasted each other in what seemed to be an endless kiss, Legolas felt the
rush of blood to his groin that predicated strong arousal, and he shifted his
body to rub the aching flesh against the Dwarf. The tightness of his
leggings and the heat of Gimli's thigh aroused him even more, and he
moaned deep in his chest.
"D'you wish to stop?" Gimli asked, his words slurred as he gasped for
breath. He yet clutched at the Elf, holding their bodies close.
Legolas rubbed his groin against the Dwarf again, and knew his erection
could be felt through their clothing. He felt an answering hardness under
Gimli's loose shirt and was assured the Dwarf returned his feelings. "No,"
the Elf finally answered, his usual tenor voice deep and husky. "I would
go on, if you wish it." He kissed the Dwarf's lips again, his answer in
Gimli's soft moans of pleasure.
When next they drew apart, they had no breath for words, but stroked one
another, pushing aside their clothing, caressing any skin or hair within
reach, hands moving over now-distressingly tight garments to fondle and
grasp with abandon.
"Ai!" the Elf exclaimed when blunt fingers closed over his throbbing
member and squeezed. His hips thrust upwards, and the fondling hand
slipped downward to cup his scrotum. With both hands on the Dwarf's
rear, he pulled them even closer together, short, hard thrusts trapping the
two erections between them. His release was imminent, and he bent his
head to find Gimli's lips again. He plundered the Dwarf's sweet mouth,
grinding his groin against the hot, hard body in his grasp. When his
climax washed over and through him he cried out again, the sound
muffled against equally hungry lips. The Dwarf found his release as well,
his sturdy body jerking in the Elf's strong embrace, and they lay together
on the mountainside until the sky began to lighten with the dawn.
In the days to come there were moments stolen from the journey, a brush
of lips, a squeeze of hands, lingering gazes at one another across the
campfire, but they were unable to steal enough time alone to share more
intimacies.
Deep in the Mines of Moria, Legolas chanced to walk alongside
Mithrandir for a time. The Elf-prince had known the wizard for centuries,
and he counted the elderly-looking Istar as one of his closest friends.
They had drawn beyond the rest of the company, the blazing crystal on
Gandalf's staff lighting the way while the men, the Halflings, and Gimli
followed a short distance behind, their steps illuminated by the burning
brand Boromir carried.
"Dwarves love but once in their lives, you know." Gandalf whispered so
only the Elf's sharp ears could hear. His words were spoken in the
uncommon tongue of the Woodland elves, different from the Elvish both
Aragorn and Frodo could understand. "Do not toy with his affections,
Greenleaf," he went on, "but if you desire him, let him know or you will
both be insufferable for the remainder of the journey."
"Is it that obvious?" Legolas asked, incredulous that the wizard had read
his heart so well.
"As the nose on my face," Gandalf joked. "I will watch the next time we
stop to rest," he promised. "Find a quiet spot and..." He glanced sidelong
at the blushing Elf. "Well, I'm sure you know what to do…"
Indeed, Legolas knew what to do. A whispered invitation drew the Dwarf
away from the others, and they found their way into a broad avenue of the
underground city. Though the darkness soon closed in around them, they
were undaunted. The Elf's sharp eyes had no difficulty discerning the
looming walls around them, and Gimli, having lived most of his life
underground, had a preternatural sense of his surroundings. They didn't
have to go far to be out of sight and hearing of the others.
They flung a blanket onto the ground, then sank down upon it, sitting next
to each other, facing in opposite directions. Tentatively Gimli reached to
loop an errant strand of blond hair behind the Elf's shoulder, only to find
his hand captured by long, slender fingers.
Legolas gently kissed each of the Dwarf's fingers, then the roughly
calloused palm. He felt the palm of Gimli's other hand at his jaw, and
leaned into the caress. "We have hours," he whispered. He gently kissed
the Dwarf's lips, flicking the tip of his tongue across their seam. With a
moan, Gimli's lips parted, and his tongue was drawn deep inside the hot,
moist cavern.
While they kissed, and while he still had his wits about him, Legolas
nimbly unfastened Gimli's clothing and pulled it from his body, and when
the Dwarf was bared, he stripped himself. For a moment they gazed at
one another, the differences in their bodies so apparent, even in the
darkness. Legolas was slim and lean, his skin smooth and fair, while
Gimli was stocky and hirsute, the skin beneath the thick hair nearly as
brown as his beard. Legolas ran his hands over the barrel-shaped chest,
across a flat abdomen and along strongly muscled thighs. His first sight of
the Dwarf's prodigious member thrilled him, and he hoped Gimli found
his form as pleasing. He knew his own organ was no match for the
Dwarf's in either length or girth, but he was proud of his long, lean limbs
and slender hips.
"You're beautiful," the Dwarf whispered. He shook his head and lowered
his gaze. "I'm so…."
"So strong, like Arda itself," Legolas finished for him. The Dwarf was a
good foot shorter than he, but as they sat together, Gimli's head could rest
on Legolas's shoulder. Legolas gathered the Dwarf into his arms and
pressed a kiss to his forehead. Idly he stroked the long brown hair,
marveling at the differences between them. He tilted the bearded face to
his own and kissed Gimli's lips again, then lay back on the blanket with
the Dwarf still in his arms.
"Show me what it is to love a Dwarf, Gimli," Legolas begged.
Gimli pushed himself up onto one elbow and leaned over the recumbent
Elf. "Only if you teach me how to love an Elf."
They spent hours together in the darkness, each learning of the other,
neither surprised that what pleasured one found favor with the other, and
they traded kisses and caresses until their bodies pleaded for more, and
Legolas raised his knees to his chest, directing Gimli's erection to his
entrance. He pressed a folded leather packet into the Dwarf's hand. "A
special salve," he said, speaking in short gasping phrases.
"It will make our joining…" He gasped as Gimli's fingers, already slick
with the salve, brushed across the sensitive pucker. "…all the more
pleasurable." He spoke no more, only his moans and sighs echoing from
the stone walls as the Dwarf's thick, blunt fingers entered him, stretching
and loosening the tight opening.
Stars sparkled behind the Elf's eyes as the Dwarf eased his steel-hard
erection into the hot channel. Slowly he thrust deeply, sinking his entire
length into the welcoming body. Long legs wrapped around him as
Legolas babbled in his own tongue, moving in rhythm with Gimli,
writhing each time the secret spot deep within him was found.
Losing control, Legolas spilled his seed between their bodies, his spasms
prompting Gimli's climax as well. Hot Dwarf-seed filled the Elf-prince's
body, binding them as one.
They rested in each other's arms, until Legolas heard the Wizard's
whispered call. "We must go back," he told his lover, kissing the brown
brow. "The company will miss us soon."
"Legolas," Gimli sighed. "I must tell you…"
"Shhhhhhh." They shared a brief kiss, then Legolas went on. "Our words
to one another must wait for another time." They kissed again. "We must
go now."
When they rejoined their fellows, only Gandalf's smile hinted that the
wizard knew of their tryst, and they set out again for the eastern door of
Moria, and on to Mordor.
THE END
Note:
"A Night in Hollin" can be read at
www.ithilas.com/chezemma/>hollin.html
© 2004 Emma Keigh
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