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"You are a Wood-elf, anyway, though Elves of any kind are strange folk. Yet you comfort me." "But you comfort me, Gimli, I'm glad to have you standing nigh with your stout legs and your hard axe." There's something wrong with the elf, Gimli has figured out that much with his recent odd behavior, but what?
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Frank Iero: "I'm a fag for Gerard and we sleep naked together and I've seen his full cock and balls!" *proceeds to grind boner against Gerard's face and slobber all over his mouth in front of several stadiums full of people*
Also Frank Iero: "why do people think me and Gerard fucked? That's crazy I've never done or said anything that would give anyone that impression ever in my entire life."
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Gigolas + C1
As a counterpoint to this post, I got to thinking about Gimli coming back home married.
Because think of the scandal!
But not because of Legolas -- because he's an elf, or Thranduil's son -- or at least not only because of it. But because -- if we assume that the two only met for the first time in Rivendell -- they have barely known each other for a year.
'And that is hardly even enough to start a courtship,' Glóin would say. 'If my mother's ashes come back to haunt you, you only have yourself to blame.'
(Because Gimli's grandmother was a burned dwarf, and he never knew her.)
Gimli's mother would say nothing for the longest time, because she would remember her own chafing against the formality of it all, and she would watch the elf -- and really, she shouldn't have been so surprised about that; if Gimli had wanted to make any regular sort of marriage, he would have done it decades ago -- and see how he appears statue-still and one wrong breath away from bolting, all at the same time. How his hand rests on Gimli's shoulder, the way Gimli's own lifts to cover the white-fingered grip.
There is a story there, she would think. Something more than the patchwork marriage contract -- and Elessar he has heard of, and it is a very respectable thing to get a king sign on your marriage, but who is this Meriadoc Brandybuck character then? -- and dwarven family law has many leeways and exceptions for times of war and other extremities. Gimli's is not the swiftest marriage she has known of, not by far.
(Some of the swiftest had also been the shortest, and if Gimli has already been spared that much grief, she can only be grateful.)
But stories can wait to come out on their own time. Today, her son is newly-returned and newly-wed.
'Haunted or no,' she would say, with a sidelong glance at her own husband, 'welcome to the family.'
The elf startles into bright laughter, and as she sees the same joy reflected on Gimli's face, she can only hope that whatever strange bond the two have crafted between them will be strong enough to carry them on the road they've chosen.
Because she doubts it will always be an easy one.
Not sure I'll ever flesh this out fully, but some things I think Legolas gets off to the most re his strong, dwarven lover:
CW: Mild scent kink. Size difference, but not in the way you'd think. Threat of CBT, I guess, but nothing happens and everyone's into it. Bit of humiliation, as a treat. Perhaps OOC but everyone needs to cut loose sometimes. MDNI
Loves nestling between between Gimli's thick thighs so he can bury his nose in the hinge of his hips. He likes the smell of him, so alive and full of vigor. More than that, he likes watching as the stout dwarf struggles to accommodate him. Legolas is not broad, has never been, and he likes knowing Gimli's muscled hips simply are not built to let him in. (Really likes knowing he does so anyway, too.) And though it took a bit of adjustment, he likes watching his pale, slender fingers combing through the thick hair on Gimli's legs. His belly, when he's finally got his thick cock sheathed in his throat and can't even look up to see the dwarf's face for the belt of thick muscle and soft fat that overhangs him.
Will never have his fill of the way Gimli carves a place for himself, as though Legolas is nothing more than one more cavern to excavate and claim. Gimli is proportionately thick, and the stretch is always enough to get the elf's breath hitching, a novelty he's not sure he'll ever get used to.
He's never been with someone who can so easily hold him down, or fold and press into him until even Legolas can feel the stretch, lithe muscles pulled tight and strained as Gimli lets him bear his full, impressive weight.
Each time Gimli takes Legolas's cock in hand, there's a real knife's edge moment where Legolas realizes this dwarf could unman him, root and stem, but he's only ever helpless but to fold his hand over the back of Gimli's broad hand, fucking up into it when he feels how lax and steady and gentle his lover is being because tolo na, Elbereth Glithonial, no one has ever needed be easy with him and it makes him feel less-than. Mortal, maybe. Alive.
And what if Gimli knows exactly what does it for him? What if Legolas catches fragments of Khuzdul, just enough words to get the gist. Sweet thing. Little treasure. He never thought he'd be called little, let alone by a dwarf, but damn him if it doesn't have his back arching off the bed.
Seven Sentence Sunday because why not?
CW: jealousy (I seem to be writing a lot of that lately, hm)
"Gimli's made no mention of friends in these parts," Legolas muses, and Aragorn is not a good enough man to let him drop it.
"Do you expect him to tell you about every Dwarf he's ever known wherever we go?"
"The one's that make him laugh like that, yes," the Elf snaps, turning his unsettling gaze on the ranger now. Behind him, the new Dwarf roars something in Khuzdul that sets Gimli into a coughing fit, cheeks merry and pink. Legolas turns back to them with something not unlike a pout marring his pretty face. "What do you think they're speaking of?"
"Oh, old drunken tales, no doubt. Pretty, bearded women and wrestling matches turned tussles, turned…" he cuts himself of for fear of the positively lethal look his Elven friend is giving him now because he may have an appetite for meddling, but he is also in possesion of a healthy aversion to genuine Elven wrath.
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002)
Legolas being indecent with his bow and arrow. That's it. That's the post.
I love him and I love to dress him up my darling Legolas <3
The way the elves of Mirkwood are described in The Hobbit makes me giggle “They differed from the High Elves of the West, and were more dangerous and less wise.”
Father and Son of Mirkwood, drawn over the past few years! Fall is the season that most makes me think about "The Hobbit"