“Your Hands Shall Flow With Gold.”
Or, Gimli & Legolas wake up in bed together with no memory of how.
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Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Rating: Explicit
Length: 15649 words
Status: complete
Gimli son of Glóin came to sluggishly on a low rickety bunk that creaked and groaned with his every breath. If the horse lords of Rohan held one fault, it was that they were the sort whose saddles and stables were more luxurious than their own beds, even here in the golden hall of Meduseld. He still had not opened his eyes, nor moved, nor weighed in on anything but the sorry state of his cot. Nevertheless, Gimli knew a hangover when he felt one.
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I didn’t have it in me to make a graphic so here’s my adventure time Gigolas again 😂













