Fic for Lady Korana- Part 1
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tarotgalTitle: 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.
Mislead
“I win again. Naturally.” Gimli laid down his cards, grinning bolding. It was forced bravado, however. For the last two hands, Legolas’ mind had clearly been elsewhere. On top of being distracted, Legolas had also been rubbing at his nose and sniffling. It was almost constant now, whereas this morning it had been only an occasional bother.
“Congratulations,” said Legolas, sweeping his hand of cards up with the discard pile and Gimli’s before shuffling thoroughly. He turned his head. His nose twitched. And he sneezed over his shoulder. “ihhhh-Hihtchhhh!” After a thorough sniffle, he continued shuffling as though nothing at all had just happened. Gimli watched Legolas deal the cards, organize his hand, then do absolutely nothing.
Gimli waited. And waited. And waited some more. He inspected Legolas more closely and noticed the elf’s nostrils flaring more often than they should have been. What was clear and decided to Gimli was still being resisted and denied by Legolas. Gimli cleared his throat. “Your play, Legolas.”
“Right!” Legolas jumped in, laying down two cards. Two cards that did not go together. Gimli cleared his throat again. “Ah!” Legolas snatched one back up and replaced it with one that was hardly much better.
Gimli put down a matching card and watched Legolas wince. Then Legolas coughed. Gimli thought that looked painful. “Legolas… are you coming down with something?” Legolas looked innocently confused. Gimli was hardly convinced. “Do you have a cold?”
At this, Legolas gave a laugh. “Elves do not catch colds often the way men do. I cannot possibly be sick because I only just had a cold fourteen years ago. That is hardly a blink of the… the eye.” Legolas turned his head again. His breathing deepened and quickened. Then he cupped his hand to his face. “hih-hih-IHShhhhh! Ihchuhh!”
Play resumed, slowly but steadily. Legolas played a good card initially, then two measly ones, then one completely pathetic one. Gimli countered with an equally useless card and Legolas did not even blink at it.
In fact, he barely looked at it before tossing down another card, seemingly at random. “hehh… ihhhh… Yehhh…” All of Legolas’ attention was on his nose now. He pinched it then cupped his hand over it. His eyes shut and breath caught. “ihhhChuhh! ihKTchhhh!” Legolas looked sheepishly at Gimli but did not drop his hand. “All right,” he admitted in a whisper. “Perhaps I do have a little cold. Sniff!”
Gimli got up for a handkerchief. He did not carry one regularly, but wished that he did. His closest hanky was in a chest of drawers one room over. By the time he got there and back again, Legolas seemed to be in a worse state.
Legolas’ cards were splayed out on the table without a care to who could see them. For a second, Gimli was thrilled to see Legolas had nothing of value there. Legolas would easily lose another round. But then Gimli saw Legolas gasping for breath and handed over the hanky straight away. Legolas snatched it up and held it over his nose and mouth. “hehChmphh! ehShmphh! Ehh-heh-IHHH… ihhhhh…” His eyes fluttered open for a moment, practically begging to sneeze. Gimli gave him a sympathetic look, reached out, and squeezed his hand reassuringly. “iihhhhhh… hehTchfffffff!”
“Blessings.” A kiss to Legolas’ forehead made Legolas give in to Gimli. He let Gimli pick him up and carry him the short distance through the cavern to Gimli’s bedchamber. “There now,” Gimli whispered, tucking the elf into their bed. As dwarf beds were made for dwarfs, a special, larger bed had been commissioned to accommodate Gimli and his companion. As far as Gimli was concerned, there was no finer bed in all of Middle Earth, and that was due entirely to who he shared it with. He was less certain that the elf felt the same way, however.
Gimli climbed into bed and petted Legolas’ head comfortingly. “You spoke earlier about how elves do not catch colds the same way that mortals do.”
Legolas sniffled and nodded. “Typically, the only time elves fall victim to illness is when we are heartsick.”
“I see.” From what little he knew about elves, Gimli had presumed as much. When he put two and two together, there was really no other conclusion to draw. “Who is it that you love more than me, Legolas?” he asked with a flat, serious tone. Legolas looked started and opened his mouth, but Gimli stopped him. “You need not speak his name… or her name… but if your heart aches to be with this other instead of me, you should go. I want you, but I will not have you ill on my account.”
With one hand pressing the hanky to his nostrils to combat a runny nose, his other hand caressed the side of Gimli’s face lightly, tenderly. “The one I love- the only one I love and the only one I want- is you, Gimli Son of Gloin, Gimli Elf-friend, Gimli Lord of the Glittering Caves.”
Gimli stared back at him, the deep brown eyes becoming a little too embarrassingly moist. He blinked back his emotions and did not let them get as far as even needing to clear his throat.
Legolas sniffed for them both. “Whatever is making me a little sneezy, has nothing to do with my emotions. I promise, it has nothing to do with you. Do you understand?” His thumb still rubbed against Gimli’s cheek, continuing to convince by touch and by the look in his sweet blue eyes.
“So what happens now?” Gimli whispered.
“Well…” Legolas took his hand back and used both to hold the handkerchief to his nose. “First, I think I n-need to sn-snehh… sneeeeee-eh-hehIHPShuhhhh!”
“Bless you.” Legolas blew his nose, and Gimli waited. Then Gimli started to get up. “You need another hanky.”
Legolas’ reflexes were fast, and he grabbed hold of Gimli. “Stay with me.” And then, as a question. “And let me stay with you?”
Gimli settled back and wrapped himself around Legolas.
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.
Mislead
“I win again. Naturally.” Gimli laid down his cards, grinning bolding. It was forced bravado, however. For the last two hands, Legolas’ mind had clearly been elsewhere. On top of being distracted, Legolas had also been rubbing at his nose and sniffling. It was almost constant now, whereas this morning it had been only an occasional bother.
“Congratulations,” said Legolas, sweeping his hand of cards up with the discard pile and Gimli’s before shuffling thoroughly. He turned his head. His nose twitched. And he sneezed over his shoulder. “ihhhh-Hihtchhhh!” After a thorough sniffle, he continued shuffling as though nothing at all had just happened. Gimli watched Legolas deal the cards, organize his hand, then do absolutely nothing.
Gimli waited. And waited. And waited some more. He inspected Legolas more closely and noticed the elf’s nostrils flaring more often than they should have been. What was clear and decided to Gimli was still being resisted and denied by Legolas. Gimli cleared his throat. “Your play, Legolas.”
“Right!” Legolas jumped in, laying down two cards. Two cards that did not go together. Gimli cleared his throat again. “Ah!” Legolas snatched one back up and replaced it with one that was hardly much better.
Gimli put down a matching card and watched Legolas wince. Then Legolas coughed. Gimli thought that looked painful. “Legolas… are you coming down with something?” Legolas looked innocently confused. Gimli was hardly convinced. “Do you have a cold?”
At this, Legolas gave a laugh. “Elves do not catch colds often the way men do. I cannot possibly be sick because I only just had a cold fourteen years ago. That is hardly a blink of the… the eye.” Legolas turned his head again. His breathing deepened and quickened. Then he cupped his hand to his face. “hih-hih-IHShhhhh! Ihchuhh!”
Play resumed, slowly but steadily. Legolas played a good card initially, then two measly ones, then one completely pathetic one. Gimli countered with an equally useless card and Legolas did not even blink at it.
In fact, he barely looked at it before tossing down another card, seemingly at random. “hehh… ihhhh… Yehhh…” All of Legolas’ attention was on his nose now. He pinched it then cupped his hand over it. His eyes shut and breath caught. “ihhhChuhh! ihKTchhhh!” Legolas looked sheepishly at Gimli but did not drop his hand. “All right,” he admitted in a whisper. “Perhaps I do have a little cold. Sniff!”
Gimli got up for a handkerchief. He did not carry one regularly, but wished that he did. His closest hanky was in a chest of drawers one room over. By the time he got there and back again, Legolas seemed to be in a worse state.
Legolas’ cards were splayed out on the table without a care to who could see them. For a second, Gimli was thrilled to see Legolas had nothing of value there. Legolas would easily lose another round. But then Gimli saw Legolas gasping for breath and handed over the hanky straight away. Legolas snatched it up and held it over his nose and mouth. “hehChmphh! ehShmphh! Ehh-heh-IHHH… ihhhhh…” His eyes fluttered open for a moment, practically begging to sneeze. Gimli gave him a sympathetic look, reached out, and squeezed his hand reassuringly. “iihhhhhh… hehTchfffffff!”
“Blessings.” A kiss to Legolas’ forehead made Legolas give in to Gimli. He let Gimli pick him up and carry him the short distance through the cavern to Gimli’s bedchamber. “There now,” Gimli whispered, tucking the elf into their bed. As dwarf beds were made for dwarfs, a special, larger bed had been commissioned to accommodate Gimli and his companion. As far as Gimli was concerned, there was no finer bed in all of Middle Earth, and that was due entirely to who he shared it with. He was less certain that the elf felt the same way, however.
Gimli climbed into bed and petted Legolas’ head comfortingly. “You spoke earlier about how elves do not catch colds the same way that mortals do.”
Legolas sniffled and nodded. “Typically, the only time elves fall victim to illness is when we are heartsick.”
“I see.” From what little he knew about elves, Gimli had presumed as much. When he put two and two together, there was really no other conclusion to draw. “Who is it that you love more than me, Legolas?” he asked with a flat, serious tone. Legolas looked started and opened his mouth, but Gimli stopped him. “You need not speak his name… or her name… but if your heart aches to be with this other instead of me, you should go. I want you, but I will not have you ill on my account.”
With one hand pressing the hanky to his nostrils to combat a runny nose, his other hand caressed the side of Gimli’s face lightly, tenderly. “The one I love- the only one I love and the only one I want- is you, Gimli Son of Gloin, Gimli Elf-friend, Gimli Lord of the Glittering Caves.”
Gimli stared back at him, the deep brown eyes becoming a little too embarrassingly moist. He blinked back his emotions and did not let them get as far as even needing to clear his throat.
Legolas sniffed for them both. “Whatever is making me a little sneezy, has nothing to do with my emotions. I promise, it has nothing to do with you. Do you understand?” His thumb still rubbed against Gimli’s cheek, continuing to convince by touch and by the look in his sweet blue eyes.
“So what happens now?” Gimli whispered.
“Well…” Legolas took his hand back and used both to hold the handkerchief to his nose. “First, I think I n-need to sn-snehh… sneeeeee-eh-hehIHPShuhhhh!”
“Bless you.” Legolas blew his nose, and Gimli waited. Then Gimli started to get up. “You need another hanky.”
Legolas’ reflexes were fast, and he grabbed hold of Gimli. “Stay with me.” And then, as a question. “And let me stay with you?”
Gimli settled back and wrapped himself around Legolas.
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Date: 2008-03-13 09:45 am (UTC)Obviously, Gimli is not prepared to have to take care of a sick elf...he didn't even have a handkerchief on him! He'll learn soon enough, hehe!
Poor Legolas, so adorably distracted and sniffly! Sick again after only 14 years! It's funny to us, but for him, that must be ridiculously soon after the last time. He'd probably be frightened at how often we'd like to see him in such straits. *giggles*
And poor sweet Gimli, assuming the worst about why Legolas is ill. It's not you, it's just your home! Might as well make the best of it with extra cuddling time!
Though I might not dismiss the heartsickness so out of hand, considering the sea-longing. I cling to the belief (or desperate attempt at justification *G*) that suffering with and denying the sea-longing for so many years might have a detrimental effect on an elf's immune system and rates of healing from injury/illness. More fun for me that way!
Ooh, I'm so excited that I have more parts of this to look forward to! Thank you so much for this much-needed birthday treat! *hugs*
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Date: 2008-03-14 03:28 am (UTC)I realized I forgot to mention my favorite part of all in my first reply though:
With one hand pressing the hanky to his nostrils to combat a runny nose, his other hand caressed the side of Gimli’s face lightly, tenderly. “The one I love- the only one I love and the only one I want- is you, Gimli Son of Gloin, Gimli Elf-friend, Gimli Lord of the Glittering Caves.”
That...was completely and utterly swoon-inducing! *happy sigh*
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Date: 2008-03-13 08:18 pm (UTC)Just plain lovely tg. I love the idea of our favourite elf trying to play cards and sneeze at the same time...
So sorry this isn't longer...I'm on the run :)
~BVB
And Happy Belated Birthday Lady Korana :)
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Date: 2008-03-13 11:02 pm (UTC)I like the growing escalation and the sneakiness of Legolas. Plus, the plot twist involving Gimli being suspicious of Legolas is very interesting... I wanna read more sooo badly!
~A