Simply A Kiss

Posted: October 2003
Title: Simply a Kiss
Author: Alex
Fandom: Tolkien
Genre: FCS
Rating: R
Characters: Legolas and Gimli
Disclaimer: These are not my characters and I do not profit from their use.
Warnings: Elf and Dwarf non-graphic love.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Author's Note: I know many readers do not like this pairing but I happen to think the professor himself put them together. Who am I to break them up?
Summary: Legolas loves Gimli.

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SIMPLY A KISS

Legolas blushed as the dwarf touched his hand. He hoped that Gimli could not read his mind. It all came down to this... this battle. If they lost this one, there would be no more. If they won, they had many, many to go before the tale was told.

"Have you no fear, Master Dwarf? Do you not fear what we will see at the end of this night's work?"

Gimli looked up into his face.

"Aye, lad, I fear that we will not see the end of this night's work at all."

They were alone as they prepared for the siege that was coming. The sounds of the armies of Saruman could be heard already as at least ten thousand feet marched on Helms Deep with one goal, the obliteration of every living being within the walls of the Rohirrim fortress.

Gimli did not let go his hand. This suited the elf. He was too embarrassed to admit it even to himself but he had long admired his friend, an admiration that was not altogether the kind that an elf and dwarf should share.

He had not cared for Gimli when they met in Imladris. The dwarf had acted terribly at the council meeting, almost causing a riot when he thought Legolas wanted the Ring...

"And I suppose you think you are the one to do it... I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf!"

Legolas had wanted to strangle him right then and there. But he had not. They had both become part of the Fellowship. Friendship had come to them in bits in pieces. He had felt Gimli's pain in the mines as he saw the most hallowed halls of his people had become a tomb for them instead. Legolas felt the pain of real loss for the first time when Mithrandir fell into shadow.

The friendship had grown with Gimli's love for Galadriel and had deepened as they searched for Merry and Pippin. They kept one another warm more than one night on the cold plains as Aragorn stood watch.

When Eomer of Rohan had insulted then threatened Gimli, Legolas felt himself grow furious. How dare a mere human threaten his friend? He had lifted his bow and aimed.

"He stands not alone. You would die before your stroke fell," he had told the Third Marshall of the Riddermark and had known that he would die for his companion if need be. Eomer had given them horses when he found out who they were, who Aragorn was. Though Eomer offered no hope, they set out for Edoras and that had brought them here to this fortress at Helms Deep, to what may very well be their doom

Legolas blushed as he wondered what Gimli would say if he told him that he loved him. The dwarf might laugh at him. Then again he might not.

"Master Dwarf, we have some time before we gird ourselves for battle. Would you take a rest with me?" There he had said it! That wasn't so hard.

"Rest? Master Elf, dwarves never tire! I do not need to rest."

Legolas felt his face color. Damned dense dwarf! He tried again.

"I would spend a few minutes alone with you, Gimli."

Gimli looked truly puzzled. Legolas wondered if perhaps he was making a big mistake in deciding to tell the dwarf how he felt. Maybe he should just see if one of the Rohirrim soldiers would be willing to be with him instead.

Finally the dwarf shrugged. "Very well, Legolas. Lead on."

Legolas led him to a chamber with a large bed in the style of Rohan. Gimli turned to him, still looking a bit lost.

"What is urgent enough that you wished to talk alone, Elf?"

Legolas felt his mouth grow dry. He had seduced March wardens, his father's advisors, several maidens and a few soldiers; but none made him as nervous as this one, a dwarf.

"I wish... I wish...to..."

Gimli stood patiently as Legolas stammered and stuttered like an elfling on his first date. The elf finally just stopped talking and leaned down and kissed Gimli on the lips. He found them surprisingly soft.

"OH!" was Gimli's surprised comment. Then he looked up at the elf with huge eyes.

Legolas looked back, still not daring to ask for more. Instead he kissed Gimli yet again, awkwardly putting his hands on broad shoulders and gently squeezing them.

"See here, Master Elf, what is it that you do?"

"A kiss, Gimli, simply a kiss."

"But I am not an elf maid, nor even a human maid. If you seek the company of males, I do not think the Dunadan would turn you away. Nor would many of the men of Rohan, perhaps even the king himself. I have seen the way they look at your elven beauty."

Legolas chose his words with care. "I do not want a maid nor a man, Gimli. It is you who inflames my senses and makes me feel desire. Only you."

The dwarf laughed aloud as if he finally got the joke, but he stopped short when Legolas did not laugh at all.

"You are serious then, Elf?"

"Yes. I am."

"But," and then Gimli was completely speechless for a while. Then he tried again. "You want?" and words failed him. He blushed a deep crimson color. "Very well. What- how- exactly what do you mean for us to do, Legolas of Mirkwood?"

Legolas found that his body was reacting already... and that his voice was low with arousal as he answered Gimli.

"I would have you take me, as the fine stallions of Rohan take their mares." His face was now as red as Gimli's.

Gimli raised an eyebrow at that. "And how do you propose that this pony reach the very tall mare?"

Legolas impulsively kissed him again, but this one turned slow and lingering as Gimli reached up to touch his silky blond hair. Legolas led him to the wide bed. "We will think of something."

And they did.

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THE END

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