Fic for Lady Korana- Prologue
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tarotgalA fic for Lady Korana... in many parts. Here's the prologue (which she's already read, but should be here anyway). Happy belated birthday! *hugs*
Title: Currently Untitled
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: This part- G
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Disclaimer: Not mine! No money made! Please don’t sue!
Summary: A series of events in their lives.
Prologue
Legolas brushed past Gimli in the hallway. He ignored their sitting room and went straight for the front door.
Gimli, on the other hand, headed for the sofa, though he kept a close watch on his elf.
Legolas placed his palm flat upon the door, paused, then walked to the window. He gazed outside, though all he could see was the solid white of snow. There were endless amounts of snow, stretching out towards the woods that surrounded their house. Legolas pressed his hand to a windowpane and curled his fingers uselessly against the glass.
Gimli, on the other hand, carefully piled a new log on top of the tiny sparks in the hearth. He added a few sticks and moved the lot around until the flames found the log and began to slowly eat away at it.
Legolas paced past the door to the other window. He found nothing but the same at it. But he squinted and concentrated on the sight, as though he could see beyond the snow. Then he walked back across the front wall towards the other window.
Gimli, on the other hand, plopped down onto the sofa. He pried his boots off with the toe of one foot against the heel of the other and kicked them off. Then he set his stocking feet down on the footstool and wiggled them at the flames. Warmth crept slowly upwards through his body and he leaned back with a sigh. He wanted Legolas to enjoy this with him.
Legolas continued pacing, inspecting, contemplating.
“Being restless is not going to make it melt faster, elf.” The winter storm had been relentless, not only coming down strong and steadily for an entire week but building up outside so that they were completely snowed in.
Legolas glanced at Gimli but did not pause in his pacing. “I need to go out.”
Sighing, Gimli raised his arms with a powerful stretch. He folded his hands behind his head. “You just went out an hour ago to go to the barn, remember?” Legolas could get out by tunneling up through the snow, walking across the top layer- level with the roof of their home- and digging back down again. Ever since the snow began, he had ventured out a few times a day to feed Arod and make sure there was water for the barn cats.
Legolas shook his head. “Not enough to just go to the barn. I need to be out there with the trees and the birds and the sky…”
“And the snow.” Gimli added. He slapped the sofa cushion beside his a few times. “Sit down.” He tried to sound commanding, but Legolas was not buying it.
Legolas shook his head again. “I need to go out.”
Gimli spread his legs a little and opened his eyes. He stared unblinkingly at Legolas. “And I need you to sit with me and keep me company. I still feel a bit under the weather.”
Legolas immediately turned on his heels and walked across the room. He folded himself onto the sofa and slid an arm around Gimli’s shoulders. The elf pulled the dwarf close and rested his cheek against Gimli’s forehead. “You feel no warmer,” he whispered. “How is your throat?”
Gimli cleared his throat demonstratively and received a cuddle in response. “I will feel better soon,” he said, suddenly feeling guilty. It was one thing to have Legolas relax with him and quite another to cause Legolas to worry about him.
Legolas kissed the top of Gimli’s head. “Of course. And I will be with you until you do. Just as you have done for me.”
With a smile, Gimli snuggled greedily against Legolas’ body. He closed his eyes and could not help but remember those many, many times.
Title: Currently Untitled
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: This part- G
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Disclaimer: Not mine! No money made! Please don’t sue!
Summary: A series of events in their lives.
Prologue
Legolas brushed past Gimli in the hallway. He ignored their sitting room and went straight for the front door.
Gimli, on the other hand, headed for the sofa, though he kept a close watch on his elf.
Legolas placed his palm flat upon the door, paused, then walked to the window. He gazed outside, though all he could see was the solid white of snow. There were endless amounts of snow, stretching out towards the woods that surrounded their house. Legolas pressed his hand to a windowpane and curled his fingers uselessly against the glass.
Gimli, on the other hand, carefully piled a new log on top of the tiny sparks in the hearth. He added a few sticks and moved the lot around until the flames found the log and began to slowly eat away at it.
Legolas paced past the door to the other window. He found nothing but the same at it. But he squinted and concentrated on the sight, as though he could see beyond the snow. Then he walked back across the front wall towards the other window.
Gimli, on the other hand, plopped down onto the sofa. He pried his boots off with the toe of one foot against the heel of the other and kicked them off. Then he set his stocking feet down on the footstool and wiggled them at the flames. Warmth crept slowly upwards through his body and he leaned back with a sigh. He wanted Legolas to enjoy this with him.
Legolas continued pacing, inspecting, contemplating.
“Being restless is not going to make it melt faster, elf.” The winter storm had been relentless, not only coming down strong and steadily for an entire week but building up outside so that they were completely snowed in.
Legolas glanced at Gimli but did not pause in his pacing. “I need to go out.”
Sighing, Gimli raised his arms with a powerful stretch. He folded his hands behind his head. “You just went out an hour ago to go to the barn, remember?” Legolas could get out by tunneling up through the snow, walking across the top layer- level with the roof of their home- and digging back down again. Ever since the snow began, he had ventured out a few times a day to feed Arod and make sure there was water for the barn cats.
Legolas shook his head. “Not enough to just go to the barn. I need to be out there with the trees and the birds and the sky…”
“And the snow.” Gimli added. He slapped the sofa cushion beside his a few times. “Sit down.” He tried to sound commanding, but Legolas was not buying it.
Legolas shook his head again. “I need to go out.”
Gimli spread his legs a little and opened his eyes. He stared unblinkingly at Legolas. “And I need you to sit with me and keep me company. I still feel a bit under the weather.”
Legolas immediately turned on his heels and walked across the room. He folded himself onto the sofa and slid an arm around Gimli’s shoulders. The elf pulled the dwarf close and rested his cheek against Gimli’s forehead. “You feel no warmer,” he whispered. “How is your throat?”
Gimli cleared his throat demonstratively and received a cuddle in response. “I will feel better soon,” he said, suddenly feeling guilty. It was one thing to have Legolas relax with him and quite another to cause Legolas to worry about him.
Legolas kissed the top of Gimli’s head. “Of course. And I will be with you until you do. Just as you have done for me.”
With a smile, Gimli snuggled greedily against Legolas’ body. He closed his eyes and could not help but remember those many, many times.
