Virgin On The Ridiculous

Posted: January 2004
Title: Virgin on the Ridiculous
Author: Theresa Green
Type: FCS Humor
Characters: Legolas/Gimli
Rating: NC17
WARNING: Slash. Graphic sex.
Beta: SleeveHeart (Many thanks me old fruitbat!)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story. They are the property of JRR Tolkien.
Summary/Notes: The occasion of Eldarion's marriage encourages Legolas and Gimli to engage in a little role-play.

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Gimli and Legolas had to admit that Prince Eldarion's wedding had gone very well indeed. Elessar and Arwen had adopted the traditional stunned expressions of love, worry, and pride common to all parents in this situation. The speeches had been suitably moving, wistful, or ribald as convention decreed and the guests had enjoyed a feast of feasts, which remained lively long, long after the bride and groom had retreated – red-faced and bashful – to the bridal bedroom.

Now, in the wee hours of the morning, the Elf and Dwarf made their way slowly to their room in the Citadel, walking in the shafts of moonlight that shone brightly through the high windows.

Legolas chuckled to himself.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Gimli.

"Oh, I was just wondering how Eldarion and his lovely wife fared this night, together for the first time, you know."

"I might have known you were thinking about sex."

"Well, that is what everyone wonders about at weddings, is it not? Have they already done it together? Have they done it at all with anyone?"

"That's what you were thinking during the ceremony?"

"Yes!"

Gimli snorted and shook his head. "Honestly, Legolas!"

"Well, what were you thinking about then?"

"I was thinking how handsome a certain Dwarf looked in his finest tunic," said Gimli, brushing a speck of dust off the rich brocade.

"Oh yes! Your nephew Gliver was certainly looking splendid this evening. You have chosen a good heir."

"Legolas!"

The Elf smiled and took the Gimli's hand as they walked down the long corridor.

"So, what do you reckon then?" Legolas resumed at length.

"Reckon to what?"

"Is Eldarion a virgin?"

"Sweet Durin's beard, Elf! You don't stop, do you!"

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Is he a virgin?"

"How would I know? This is Aragorn's son we are talking about! You should be more respectful."

"I'll wager he is."

"You think?"

"Yes." Legolas nodded emphatically but then thought for a second. "Mind you, I shouldn't think he is by now. They've had hours."

"When they probably needed only minutes!"

"See! You are as bad as I am!"

"Ha!"

"We could, er..." Legolas dropped Gimli's hand and put an arm around his shoulder, leaning in conspiratorially. "We could always sneak under their wedding chamber window and listen?"

"*Legolas!* Do you really think that I would stoop to such depths? Listening to other people have sex? That's disgusting!" He stroked his beard for a moment. "Strangely arousing, mind you, but disgusting nonetheless!"

Legolas sniggered and placed an affectionate kiss on the top of the Dwarf's head.

"I hope they had a wonderful night, anyway," said Gimli, taking the key to the door out of his pocket.

"Yes. The first of many."

"Hear, hear!"

Gimli opened the door of the room and walked in, undoing the buttons of his tunic as he walked across to the lamp. He lit it and turned to make a remark to Legolas. The Elf was standing just inside the closed door, staring at the floorboards, tracing a pattern on the floor with the toe of one foot.

"Legolas?"

No response.

"Legolas? What is it?"

Gimli looked across at the Elf, trying to discern his _expression in the dim light, but Legolas hung his head forward and a pale sweep of hair hid his face.

"Is anything wrong?" Gimli strode forward, suddenly concerned. "Legolas?" Standing before the Elf he reached up and gently brushed aside the silky, blond strands. Legolas' eyes were downcast. He was biting his lower lip. "Legolas? What ails you?"

The Elf turned huge eyes on Gimli and in a very quiet voice managed, "I'm nervous."

"What?"

Legolas opened his mouth to frame a response, faltered and resumed his examination of the floor.

"Elf, what on Middle-earth is the matter with you? What are you talking about? Nervous? What have you got to be nervous about?" Gimli was beginning to wonder how many glasses of wine the Elf had consumed that evening.

Legolas' voice was like the whisper of silk on skin. "I have never done anything like this before."

"What? Anything like what before? Are you alright?" Gimli peered up into the Elf's face.

"I have never… you know… spent the night with someone before. It is my... my first time."

Gimli blinked. Over the thirty five years of his relationship with Legolas, he had developed a certain understanding of the Elven mind. He was fairly certain that he had the most comprehensive knowledge of the male Elven anatomy that a Dwarf had ever accumulated and he had more than a passing acquaintance with the sometimes bizarre and yet strangely irresistible predilections of the Elven libido. In the time it took him to draw a breath and release it, he had grasped precisely what Legolas wanted. In the time it took him to take in the second breath, he realised how much he wanted it too. The Elf was role playing. And oh, by Durin's beard how that Elf loved to role play. That brief conversation about Eldarion and his bride had sparked something in Legolas' imagination and Gimli understood very quickly how much fun this was going to be, and what his own role in this scenario should take.

"Of course. Of course. It is perfectly natural to feel nervous, my dear Elf. Come, sit with me over here." Gimli padded over to the couch in front of the fireplace. "You sit here for a little while and I will build up a nice fire for us, yes? Keep us cosy warm, eh?" The Dwarf busied himself with kindling a fire, but watched out of the corner of his eyes as the Elf slowly and hesitantly walked over to the couch, sat down and drew his long legs up to his chest. He wrapped his arms round his legs and rested his chin on his knees, staring at the flames as they grew. Gimli turned back to stoking the fire and could not help but smile. Goodness only knows how many scenarios they had played out over the years. And every time Legolas threw himself into his role with such enthusiasm. Gimli had been witness to all manner of Legolases over the last thirty five years – the defiant slave who had to be disciplined, the Corsair captain whose will must be obeyed – and had enjoyed each and every one with a passion. This creature that perched on the edge of the couch like a frightened deer seemed to the Dwarf to be particularly appealing. Legolas the virgin, eh? Gimli was sure he could rise to the occasion.

The fire blazing, Gimli adjourned to the couch and gently took one of the Elf's hands in his. Turning it over, he traced the lines of the palm and the delicate veins of the wrist, as if for the first time.

"Beautiful," he said, simply. This elicited a shy smile from the Elf. Gimli lifted Legolas' hand and gently, very gently, bit into the flesh at the base of the thumb. Gimli heard a tiny gasp. He bit harder and then release the hand altogether. Legolas remained motionless, his hand in mid-air, staring at the little ridge of teeth marks made in his palm, his face full of wonder and surprise.

Gimli knelt up on his knees to get some height and moved forwards until he was very close to Legolas – he could feel the Elf's shallow breaths on his face – and looked into his eyes. Legolas met his gaze for a moment, blinked and looked away at the fire. Gimli had learned to read those eyes very well over the years. He could see, underneath the veneer of embarrassment and nerves, the playfulness that he loved so much, the impish mischief that made Legolas such a wonderful partner. This was going to be such fun.

Legolas still had his legs curled up in front of him and this was not how Gimli wanted him. With both hands he pushed gently at the Elf's knees and, when the Elf stretched his legs out, Gimli sat astride his lap and leaned forward to kiss him before Legolas could offer an objection. He felt the Elf's whole body go rigid. The Elf's lips remained shut. Gimli ran his tongue along Legolas' mouth, but Legolas was not opening to him.

Gimli pulled his head back and looked appraisingly at the Elf. "Now, don't tell me that you have never been kissed before, eh lad? Surely you know how to kiss?"

"Yes, but—"

"Good, then let's try again shall we?" Legolas' eyes were wide. His hand was still suspended in mid-air. "Come now, Legolas! I am not going to harm you! Look, just rest your hands here," Gimli moved the Elf's hands onto his waist. "That's it. Now let's try again, shall we?"

This time the Elf's lips parted very slightly and Gimli slid his tongue into the Elf's mouth. Legolas was completely passive in the kiss. He moved neither his mouth nor his tongue. It was a strange experience for Gimli who had got used to being kissed with a certain emphasis and confidence by this Elf.

He pulled back. "Good, Legolas. Good! It feels nice doesn't it?" Legolas nodded slightly and opened his mouth and leaned forward for another kiss. Gimli plunged his tongue harder into that delicious mouth and was rewarded with a small moan as Legolas responded and kissed him back. Gimli was patient – kissing hard but making no further move, one hand on Legolas' shoulder and the other holding the back of his head to steady him. The Elf's hands remained immobile on his waist.

Gimli broke the kiss, and Legolas followed his mouth, trying to keep contact. Gimli laughed and put one finger on Legolas' lips. "Ah, you like it now don't you?"

Legolas nodded.

"Are you not going to speak to me? Now, don't tell me that the cat's got your tongue, because I have a certain amount of evidence to the contrary."

"Yes," Legolas said with a smile. "I like it a lot."

"Good. I thought you might."

"Gimli?"

"H'm?

"Could you... I mean... will you... will you tell me what you are going to do with me tonight?"

Gimli stroked a thumb along the Elf's cheekbone, marvelling at the perfection of the high curve. "We will do anything that you wish, my dear Elf, and nothing whatsoever that you don't wish. How does that sound?"

"It sounds good. Could we do some more kissing? Lots more kissing?"

"Yes, yes. There will be kissing. Plenty of kissing."

"Wonderful."

"Kissing here... " Gimli placed a light kiss on the Elf's lips but drew back before Legolas could deepen it. "And here... " The cheek. "And here... " The angle of the jaw. "And here... " The side of the neck. "And... " Gimli paused and looked expectantly at his partner. "Where would you like to be kissed? You are my first Elf, Legolas. You know that? Yes, my very first Elf." That at least was true enough, and Gimli saw a small and unvirginal smile cross Legolas' face. "Where do Elves like to be kissed?"

Hesitantly, Legolas reached up, pushed his hair back and touched the very tip of his ear.

"Oh, I see. Well, live and learn! Now, let us try this then... " Gimli moved his mouth to Legolas' ear and then paused. He could feel the tension in the Elf. This was one of Legolas' weak spots. Gimli had no idea if all Elves were susceptible, but Legolas was always reduced to helpless whimpering by Gimli sucking on his ear tips. Gimli reached forward and brushed his moustache against the very tip of this ear. He moved his mouth slightly so that the bristles rubbed back and forth across the point. This provoked a sigh from the Elf and Gimli felt Legolas' grip on his waist tighten. He moved his lips to the ear tip and kissed, over and over. Yes, that was definitely a soft moan. He took the tip into his mouth and sucked, rubbing his tongue back and forth across the point, again and again. Legolas' hands gripped him hard and he felt the Elf's body buck involuntarily beneath him. Inside his own head, Gimli laughed in triumph. The Elf might be playing the virgin tonight, but Gimli was not going to make it easy for him. The Dwarf might be willing to play the seducer to the Elf's maiden, but he would have Legolas begging for it. Gimli was determined to make Legolas work hard in the role. The Elf's hips were beginning to set a rhythm that matched the flicking of Gimli's tongue. Legolas gave a long groan of pleasure but Gimli suddenly pulled back.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Legolas. Am I hurting you? So sorry! I'll stop that now, shall I. I can see that you were not enjoying it."

The look that Legolas shot Gimli could have curdled milk, but the Elf recovered magnificently and managed to adopt an _expression of naivety after only a few seconds of panting. Gimli felt Legolas' hands relax slightly on his bruised waist.

"Now, my dear Elf. What shall we do next?"

The hardness that Gimli could feel as he sat astride Legolas told him all he needed to know about what the Elf would like to do next, but Legolas was determined to stay in role.

"I know not, Gimli." He shrugged apologetically. "I really do not know what to do. Will you show me? I would like to please you. Show me how to please you."

"Alright. Well, let me think… " Gimli looked up at the ceiling and made a pretence of weighing up several options. "It would please me if you took your clothes off."

"What, all of them?"

Gimli nodded. "I want to see what you look like naked. I've never seen a naked Elf before."

"What, even my leggings?"

Gimli nodded harder. "Especially your leggings!"

"Oh!"

"I'll tell you what – I'll take mine off too. Would you like that?"

Legolas eyes wandered hungrily over the Dwarf's bulky torso. "Oh yes, I would like that so much, Gimli. So much."

"Very well then."

Gimli stood up and started pulling his clothes off with a matter of fact casualness. Legolas bent down where he sat to take off his shoes and socks. By the time his feet were bare, Gimli was bare-chested. Legolas gasped and stood slowly, staring at Gimli's chest.

"You are all fuzzy!" said the Elf, reaching out one hand towards the rich chestnut hair that swathed Gimli's chest. He hesitated. "Can I touch it? Please?"

Gimli rolled his eyes. "Look, lad, you don't have to ask permission! Just do what you want to do. Do whatever feels best."

Legolas knelt in front of Gimli running both hands over the solid muscle of Gimli's torso, tangling his fingers in the hair of his chest.

"Magnificent!" Legolas' voice was awestruck. He ran appreciative hands over the breadth of the Dwarf's shoulders. "Such power! You are built like a cart horse!"

"And you haven't even seen me without my trousers on yet!"

Legolas frowned up at him in mock incomprehension. "Whatever do you mean, Gimli?" Gimli studied the Elf's deadpan _expression. This boy is good, he thought.

"I just meant that I have well developed thighs as well, Legolas."

"Oh yes, of course. Thighs." Was that the trace of a smile? Gimli wondered, but his concentration was broken abruptly as Legolas brought his mouth to the Dwarf's nipple and sucked lightly. Gimli groaned. Legolas' head jerked back.

"Erm... am I doing this right? I was just guessing that you might like… if you do not want me to, I can—"

Gimli took a firm but gentle hold of the Elf's head and steered that mouth back to its place. "You are doing just fine! That's it... Do what I did to your ear... oh gods! Yes! Now bite – gently! Aaaah! *Gently!* Yes, yes, yes!"

"What about the other one?" Legolas mumbled against his chest.

"You've got hands haven't you, boy?"

"Oh, sorry." Gimli closed his eyes as his nipples were teased, bitten, kissed, licked... He felt a surge of blood to his groin and suddenly his erection was pressing against Legolas' body. He moaned. This was sweet torture. What he really wanted was to push the Elf back onto the floor, rip his leggings off with his teeth, turn him over and give him a damn good seeing to. Yes, that was what he really, really wanted. But consideration for his partner made him hold back. Some instinct told him that if he were to continue playing out this fantasy, Legolas would make it worth his while. If he could just resist the urge to shag him bandy in the next thirty seconds…

Gimli's breathing was ragged and his voice unsteady as he eased himself back from the Elf's mouth. "You still seem to have all your clothes on, Legolas. That can't be right!"

Legolas turned frightened eyes on him again. Ye gods and little fishes thought Gimli. Has he been practising that look in the mirror? And then, how can someone look so vulnerable and so depraved at the same time?

"You might not like what you see, Gimli. I am not built like you."

"You don't say!"

Legolas turned away. "I fear you will be disappointed."

"Well, get that shirt off and let's have a look at you, shall we?"

The Elf smiled weakly and began to undo the buttons of his shirt with agonising reluctance. Gimli watched the golden glow from the fire play on smooth, pale flesh as the shirt fell open. Legolas shrugged the shirt to the floor and stood bashfully, arms clasped across his chest, hair falling around his shoulders like a cloak of silk. Gimli decided that it would not be politic to comment on the contradiction between the apparent shyness of the Elf's upper body and the obvious arousal below the waistline, and instead walked forward to gently unwrap Legolas' arms from around himself.

"H'm," he said, pushing the blond locks back over the Elf's shoulder and scrutinising his chest, which was conveniently at eye-height for him. "No hair at all."

"I'm sorry, Gimli. Elves do not grow hair on their chests. You are disappointed, are you not?"

"A little," teased Gimli. He watched in amusement as Legolas' hands balled into fists momentarily. He walked slowly around the Elf, as if appraising an animal at a market.

"Shall I put my shirt back on?" Legolas asked, his voice laden with disappointment and shame.

"No, no, no! You have a charm of your own, lad. You may be a lacking bulk, but you have a certain elegance of line, I suppose. I could get used to it, given time." Gimli dragged one finger lightly over the slim muscles of Legolas' arm. "What is the pull on that bow of yours?"

"About seventy pounds."

Gimli whistled and shook his head. "And you manage to draw that string all by yourself, do you?"

Legolas did not deign to reply. Gimli could see his lover was biting the inside of his cheek to restrain himself from responding.

"Still, your skin is soft, isn't it? H'm… like a woman's really." Gimli watched as Legolas' hands clenched again. He was going to pay for this another day, he knew, but he was having such fun. "And what do you taste like, I wonder?" Gimli pushed back a strand of hair that had trailed down again and ran his tongue along the Elf's chest, purposely avoiding the nipple by a finger's breadth. "H'm. You are like warm honey. Lovely! Lovely!" He licked again, but this time Legolas wriggled so that Gimli's tongue dragged across the peaked nipple.

"Bite, Gimli! *Bite!*"

"Oh, you like that too do you, eh?" Gimli looked up into the Elf's flushed face. "You are a quick learner." Gimli wrapped his arms round the slender form, teasing the nipple mercilessly with his lips, tongue and teeth.

"Oh Gimli! That feels so good! So good! Yes!"

Gimli gave the nub one last lick and brought his head back a little. Taking the end of his beard in one hand, he brushed the thick chestnut strands against the wet nipple. A shiver of pleasure passed through the Elf. Gimli could feel Legolas' erection pressing hard against his torso. His own arousal was straining against the Elf's thigh. He decided it was high time to move things on a little.

"Legolas."

"Urungh!"

"In front of the fire. Let's lie in front of the fire. I'm getting a crick in my neck looking up at you." He pulled the Elf hearthwards and they sank to the sheepskin rug arms and legs entangled. Legolas ended up on top, straddling Gimli's thighs and began a determined assault on Gimli's belt buckle. Gimli frowned.

"Ahem!"

Legolas' fingers pulled hard to release the buckle and began on the buttons underneath.

"*Ahem!*"

The Elf froze, suddenly aware that his actions were far from virginal. "Erm... er... this... er... this buckle was digging into me," he managed apologetically.

Gimli's eyes widened. "The buckle was digging in? Are you sure it was the buckle?"

Legolas just about managed to suppress a snigger and his features once again adopted the _expression of touching naivety. "So what happens next, Gimli?"

"You don't know?"

Legolas shook his head slowly, doe-eyes never leaving Gimli's. "Tell me!"

"For a start you still seem to be wearing too many clothes. So do I as a matter of fact. Let's start here, shall we?" His fingers walked their way up Legolas' thighs until he found the lacings of his breeches. "What delights are hidden in here, my dear Elf?"

"Gimli!" Legolas grabbed nervously at the Dwarf's hands.

"I'm not going to hurt you!"

"But... but... "

"It is precisely your butt that I am thinking of, Legolas. Trust me. You will enjoy this." Gimli pulled carefully at the laces, not attempting to prevent his fingers from brushing the throbbing bulge at the front of the Elf's leggings. Gently he tipped the Elf over until he was flat on his back.

"Lift your hips." Gimli pulled at the material. And pulled. And pulled. Was there no end to it? How could one person have such a lot of leg! It was ridiculous! At last he had a naked Elf lying before him, bathed in the amber glow from the fire.

"Morgoth's teeth, Legolas, you are beautiful!" Gimli picked up Legolas' foot and kissed the little toe, then the next, and the next... Then over the top of the foot with its delicate blue veins to the outrageously thin ankle and up the swell of the calf muscle. "I'm going to kiss every inch of these legs!" Gimli cast a glance down the long, long limb. The Elf's hip seemed an awfully long way away. "Well, every other inch at least!" He resumed his kissing – calf, knee, thigh – and felt the muscles jump as his kiss became a bite, felt the Elf tremble as his mouth roamed up and in – so close now! – felt him moan in frustration as Gimli suddenly sat up with, "Oh, I'm terribly sorry Legolas. I'm going far too fast for you I am sure. And I promised I would tell you everything in advance so that you wouldn't be scared. I am so sorry."

Legolas found a smile from somewhere. "You are so considerate."

Gimli shrugged modestly. "Well, what with this being your first time, I expect you have no idea what I'd like to do. I just thought it was best to take it slowly, you know."

"Slowly… yes," growled Legolas in a reluctantly. Gimli guessed from the fire in his eyes that ‘slowly' was the last thing on the Elf's mind.

Gimli trailed a hand lazily across Legolas' stomach and watched the muscles shiver at his touch. "H'm. Nice and slow." He paused for a moment, enjoying the play of the firelight on the Elf's skin. "Have you ever been with a woman, Legolas?"

"No. Never."

"But you know what happens, yes?"

"Not...not really."

"Well, you must have seen animals mating. Horses. Dogs. Yes?"

"Yes," said Legolas slowly, a frown gathering between his brows.

"There you are then! That's what happens!"

"Oh!" The Elf looked disappointed and confused. "I see."

"But it's more fun!"

Legolas brightened. "Good! Good!"

Gimli's wicked side spoke up. "Erm...to be honest it's often not actually all that good the first time. Especially for the person who is... well... "

Legolas' _expression was horror struck. He sat up abruptly. "What?"

"Erm... What I'm trying to say is that is may be a little... a little uncomfortable the first time."

"What will be uncomfortable?"

"When I'm... mating... with you."

"Mating?"

"Yes. Having sex. You know."

"Sex?"

"Yes. When I am inside you, it may hurt a little at first."

"Hurt? Inside?"

"Yes."

"Inside? What's going inside?" Legolas' face was a picture of waif-like innocence.

"This," said Gimli indicating the erection that was threatening to rip the cloth of his breeches.

"That! You are going to put that inside me?"

"Yes, if you want me to."

"Inside where?"

"Well, a couple of places. The mouth, for example."

"Your mouth?" Legolas sounded horrorstruck.

"No, not my mouth! Your mouth! Yes, your mouth first if you like... and then inside... inside you!"

The Elf's jaw gaped. "But I'm male!"

"Surprisingly enough, Legolas," Gimli said with a wry smile and a glance at the Elf's groin, "I'd already noticed that. Couldn't fail to notice it really. Look, lie back again. You are all tense. Just trust me and lie back. I'll explain. Erm, just roll onto your side a little. Away from me. Yes. Ah yes!" Gimli could now see the delicious curve of the Elf's arse. His aching erection surged anew. Sodding role play! If it weren't for this pretend virgin-ing, he'd be buried up to the hilt in that sweet behind by now. He took a deep breath. Running a hand gently over the slight curve of Legolas' hip and struggling to keep his voice steady, Gimli began his explanation.

"I would like very much – very, very much – to put my shaft... " Gimli's fingers traced a light touch across the Elf's arse, "just move your top leg forwards a bit... I would like to push my shaft in... " fingers pushing gently between the cheeks, " ...in here." Gimli rested his finger against his favourite spot on the Elf's whole body. Legolas gasped and looked back at Gimli over his shoulder.

"Why?"

"Why? What do you mean why? Because it feels bloody wonderful, that's why!" Gimli was tempted to give that backside a jolly good slapping, but then he remembered that the Elf would enjoy as much as he would.

Legolas continued, "And it will hurt?"

Gimli thought about prevaricating. He was tempted to say, "Not much," or "Just a little," but memories of many, many years earlier when a young Gimli had given himself for the first time prompted him to be honest.

"Yes, Legolas. It's going to hurt."

"Then why should I—"

"But it will feel good too."

"For you!"

"Yes, for me it will feel like… like I've died and gone to Valinor."

"Dwarves can't go to—"

"Legolas! Stop... stop complicating things! Look, you will be in some pain for a while, but it will wear off."

"After how long?"

"About a fortnight, if I remember rightly."

"*Gimli!*"

"A few seconds. A few minutes. Several minutes. Some small length of time in the grand scheme of things, for Aule's sake, and then sex will be enjoyable. More than enjoyable. Sex will be bloody marvellous and you will spend the rest of your immortal days desperately seeking it, now please can we get on with this, Legolas, before I throttle you and shaft you at the same time!"

Legolas could not help but laugh at this final sentence, issued sotto voce and in great urgency.

"Yes, alright, Gimli. Shall I help you off with your breeches?"

"About bloody time!"

"Gimli!"

"Sorry, oh virginal one! I forgot."

Legolas glared at the Dwarf and began to help him to undress with, Gimli thought, exaggerated clumsiness. As the Dwarf's thick shaft was revealed in all its glory, Legolas froze.

"Gimli?" The Elf's eyes did not leave the member rearing proudly before him.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I feel as if I have wandered into Aragorn's stables!"

"Ha!" Gimli beamed smugly.

"And I'm suddenly very nervous again!"

"Completely understandable!" said the Dwarf, looking down at himself with proprietorial satisfaction. "But I will do everything I can to make it easy for you, my dear Elf. You have no need to fret. I think at this point we should adjourn to the bed, if that suits you?" He held out a hand and pulled the Elf to his feet. Legolas led the way and as Gimli watched that willowy body walking ahead of him, it took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to just grab the Elf, push him against the bed and ride him, hard and fast.

Legolas composed his limbs in a suitably chaste pose on the bed, much to Gimli's amusement. Gimli reached into a bedside drawer and produced a bottle.

Legolas frowned. "Thirsty, are you?"

"Not for drinking."

"What is in it then?"

"Oil. Scented oil."

"For...?"

"Making things slick."

"Things?"

"Aye, lad. Things." Gimli unpopped the cork and poured a generous measure into his palm. "Believe me, you'll be grateful!"

"I'm sure I will!" answered Legolas, goggling at the Dwarf as he anointed his shaft.

"Let's get you ready then." Gimli gently pushed Legolas onto his back. The Elf moved slowly, almost reluctantly, but Gimli's smile was encouraging. "Don't worry. Just relax." Gimli moved the Elf's long legs apart and stroked his oily fingers up the inner thighs. "I'm going to put one of my fingers inside you. Alright? To prepare you, you understand."

Legolas nodded. He was biting his lower lip. Gimli moved his hand higher and, as gently and slowly as he could, pushed inside. The Elf's entire body went rigid, every muscle standing out like whipcord. "Easy! Easy!" Gimli soothed. "It feels strange at first. Just relax. Relax. Stop chewing your lip, Legolas. You'll make it bleed. Are you alright?"

More nodding.

"Speak to me, Legolas."

"Yes! Yes!"

"Good." Gimli moved his hand back and forth. Legolas whimpered. "You are doing well, lad. You will enjoy it more when I find your sweet spot."

"What?" breathed Legolas.

"Special place inside you. When I find it, you will see why it is called sweet!" Gimli moved his hand more – pushing, stretching, stroking. "Can't seem to find it." More movement from Gimli's hand. Legolas was breathing hard now. "Maybe with two fingers. Yes?" The Elf nodded again, eyes shut. More explorations. Gimli stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. "I know it's in here somewhere… Just don't seem to be able to… " A look of extreme concentration came over Gimli's face, and in truth, it was taking a great deal of effort to avoid the beloved spot with which Gimli had become familiar over the last three and a half decades. "Perhaps Elves don't have sweet spots." He carefully withdrew his fingers. "Sorry Legolas. Looks like Elves are out of luck!"

Legolas gave Gimli a look that would have made a balrog take a step back. "I think," he said in a dangerously calm voice, "you will find that Elves are no different from Dwarves, Gimli!"

"And how would you know?"

Legolas paused for a second. "I've read about it."

"Indeed? I had never imagined that King Thranduil's library would contain such documents!"

"Well it does and I've read them."

"I can try again if you wish."

"Please do!"

Gimli eased his fingers in again and renewed his teasing movements. Legolas squirmed in an attempt to bring Gimli's fingers against that elusive spot.

"Were there pictures?" said Gimli.

Legolas lay still.

"What?"

"Pictures? Diagrams? In these books that you read?"

Legolas covered his eyes with his hand and took a deep breath. "No!"

"Shame! Might have been useful!"

"*Gimli!*"

The Dwarf chuckled to himself and began to move his hand again. He decided to be magnanimous. He moved his fingers precisely... *there*!

"Aaaaah! Aaaaah! Yes!"

"Sweet isn't it!"

Gimli stroked and stroked. He felt another surge of desire at the sight of Legolas writhing at the touch of his fingers. There was no role-playing here – the Elf was in ecstasy; eyes squeezed tight shut, hips bucking, his every breath a moan. And suddenly Gimli did not want to be playing games either. One last stroke and he removed his fingers. Legolas gasped in shock and frustration.

"Gimli?"

"I'm going to take you now."

Even at this height of arousal, Legolas stayed in role. "Gentle! You will be gentle!"

"Yes, yes!" snapped Gimli.

"Gimli, please! Please!"

"Yes, alright, lad," he managed more kindly.

Gimli guided his shaft with one hand as he lay between the Elf's bent legs. Never before in his life had Gimli felt such an urge to take Legolas and take him hard. What was forbidden, became almost irresistible. To thrust into the Elf's body with all his strength – that was what he wanted. But it would be a betrayal of trust and Gimli held back. It cost him dearly, but he held back. Looking down into the Elf's eyes, he pushed the head of this cock into Legolas as gently as he could.

Legolas convulsed under him. "Aaaaargh, Gimli! Gimli! Please! Uuurghn! Gimli!"

"Shush, shush! Relax! Breath! Come on now! Relax! It will be alright!"

"Aaah! No!" Legolas' eyes were tight shut. His face was twisted with pain. "Aaargh! Please, Gimli!"

"It's alright, lad. Breath slowly. Relax. It will feel better soon." Gimli eased himself deeper.

Legolas thrashed his head from side to side. "Aaah!"

"You are doing well. Just relax. Breath." Gimli pushed deeper, sinking himself into the rigid body beneath him, groaning with pleasure at the tightness and heat.

"Gimli! Gimli! Aaargh!"

Gimli knew full well that his lover was in no pain at all and was throughly enjoying the delicious penetration, but Legolas' cries were so real and the tension in his body so palpable, that Gimli paused and said calmly. "Legolas? No acting now. Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes! And if you stop I am going to kill you."

"Sure?"

"Kill you *slowly*!"

"Alright."

Gimli slid his rigid length all the way into the Elf.

Legolas gripped his shoulders fiercely and cried out.

"S'alright, lad. All the way in now. Come on, breath, relax. Oh, gods you are so tight! I don't think this is going to last very long," he panted.

His thrusts began. The Elf, legs wrapped very tightly around his waist, was moaning his name over and over with every stroke. Gimli could feel the Elf's fingernails scoring red trails across his shoulders. Oh gods, this was good! Too good. He was not going to last. Oh gods! He forced himself to slow down. Steady. Steady. He was determined that the Elf would come first. Levering himself up, Gimli moved their bodies apart far enough to reach down and grasp Legolas' cock. Gimli fisted it hard. Legolas thrashed wildly beneath him, mouth wide open in a frantic scream as, in seconds, he came into Gimli's furiously pumping hand. As soon as the Dwarf felt the warmth of the seed, he forgot Legolas and lost himself in thrusting towards completion. He plunged savagely into the Elf – grunting, moaning – driving his cock in with all his strength. If Legolas had indeed been a virgin, he would have passed out by now. As it was he relaxed, arms over his head, allowing Gimli to take his pleasure as he wished, already drowsily satiated from his own orgasm.

As predicted, Gimli did not take long to reach his climax. A few more powerful strokes brought him to his peak and, with a great cry, he found release deep inside his beautiful Elf, and collapsed forward, utterly spent.

They lay together for several minutes, until Legolas murmured, "Y'heavy!" and Gimli rolled off him and pulled the Elf half on top, Legolas slight weight not troubling him in the least.

"You alright?" Gimli mumbled.

"M'm. S'wonderful. Thank you."

"No, thank you! It was a great honour to take your virginity, Legolas. And very kind of you to remain celebate for almost nine hundred and fifty years whilst waiting for me!"

"It was nothing, Gimli love. The first three hundred were the worst."

"H'm. I can imagine! Still I expect you got a lot of good healthy exercise in Mirkwood to take your mind off it. Killing orcs. Fighting spiders. Imprisoning Dwarfs... Oooouch! That hurt!"

"Serves you right!"

Gimli chuckled. He looked sidelong at the sleepy face next to his. "So now you've had sex once, would you be interesting in trying it again?"

"Would like some sleep."

"Not now! Even I couldn't manage it now! But tomorrow?"

"M'm. Yes, tomorrow."

"Tomorrow morning?"

"Morning, yes."

"Good! Good!" There was a pause. Gimli could feel the steady thump of Legolas' heart against him, feel the slow rise and fall of his body as he breathed. For a long, long time he looked into the vacant eyes, until, with a sly smile, Gimli pressed the lightest kiss to the sleeping Elf's cheek and whispered, "I hope you will be gentle with me in the morning. I'm so nervous! I've never done it before. It will be my first time... "

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