Fic for Lady Korana- Part 4
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tarotgalTitle: Currently Untitled
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: G/PG
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Disclaimer: Not mine! No money made! Please don’t sue!
Summary: A series of events in their lives.
Series so far: Prologue, Mislead, Torment, Deceit
Messages
A hawk arrived directly after dinner. It settled down on a branch and stared fixedly at Gimli. Gimli smiled and stuck his arm out. The hawk landed on it, digging into the thick sleeve and his arm. He winced slightly but unwound the paper from the hawk’s leg. He read it through once, and was about to re-read it when a small sniffle met his ear.
“Is dat frub Farabir?”
Gimli stared at the signature of the note, which could have come from only one man since the hawk belonged to Faramir and not even Eowyn used it for messages. She preferred the personal touch of sending messengers. Gimli worried his bottom lip a moment, which was hard to spot considering his beard. “No,” he replied.
Legolas had a handkerchief pressed to his nose. “Doe?” Legolas cleared his throat. Now he sounded angry on top of sick. “Bud the hawk…”
Gimli did not want Legolas reading the message. However, he could not lie directly to his elf. “It is from Faramir not Farabir.”
Legolas attempted to snatch the slip of paper from Gimli’s hands, however the dwarf pulled it away. The hawk fluttered at the movement but had clamped on tightly to Gimli’s arm.
“I do not think it is wise for you to read it just now.”
“Gibli!”
But Gimli would not be moved and Legolas was in no condition to put up a proper fight. In the end, Legolas gave a deep sigh and gave up. He turned away from Gimli, sniffling madly into his handkerchief. Concerned, Gimli put his hand on Legolas’ back and rubbed soothingly. This cold of Legolas’ had come on quickly but refused to let him alone. It had been a whole week now—a week of listening to sneezing and putting up with sniffling and trying to figure out what exactly that elf was saying in that stuffed-up voice of his. Legolas gave a congested little cough and his eyes fluttered shut. Hair obscured his ears, but Gimli knew for certain they were twitching. The handkerchief obscured the elf’s nose and mouth, but Gimli knew well what they were winding up for. “ihhTChuhh! Hitchhhh! Ehh-ehhh-KTchhhh!”
Startled by the noise, the hawk selected a spot on a nearby railing. Well-trained, it was still waiting for a message to take back in reply.
Feeling miserable and snuffly, Legolas wrapped himself around the dwarf, hugging his lover for support. He pressed his cheek against the top of Gimli’s head and hugged Gimli close. Gimli smiled and relaxed back against Legolas. He was so comfortable that he didn’t even notice Legolas’ hand moving until it was too late.
The message was pried from Giml’s hand far too quickly for him to grab it back. “Elf!”
Legolas read through the message, ignoring Gimli completely. “I shall go ad odce.”
Those were five words Gimli could not bear to hear just then. “Be reasonable. You are ill. You cannot travel in such a state.”
“I hab doe choice. You read de dote. If Farabir add Eowyd require by assistance, snuff, sniff, snifffff, I bust helb.”
“What you must do is get into bed and nurse that cold of yours before it gets worse.”
“I have had it for ages. It has just aboud rud its course.”
“Run its course? Legolas, you are nearly as bad today as you were when you first came down ill. However will you manage a long ride there?”
“It is odly ode add a half day ride—less thad that if I do dot stob to sleeb.”
“It is nearly bedtime already. And you look exhausted. You will never make it through the night.”
“You should hab bore faith id be, Gibli. I will be tired, but I cad still ride.”
Gimli’s teeth were clenched, his brow furrowed, his lip twitching. The elf was not listening to a word he said or even reading his body language, which Legolas was usually good at. “I forbid you to go.”
“You would dot dare.”
“I would. Must I send you a strongly-worded message by hawk in order for you to listen to me?”
Legolas tensed up and Gimli was momentarily worried their strong tones might progress to angry shouts. But then Legolas snapped forward. “hhhh-KTChhhhhh! Kerchhh! ihhShuhhh! ehhTChhhhhhh!”
Gimli winced at the wetness he felt against the top of his head. “Galu.”
“Thag… hehh… ihhhh- ih-TChhh!”
Gimli paused a moment, then looked up. “Was that the last of it, or should I expect more?” He ran a hand over the top of his head.
“Last for dow,” Legolas said, and rubbed his nose. “Bud by dose still tickles.”
“Which is why you should go back to bed.”
“Which is why I should leave dow, before id gets worse.”
Gimli turned, glaring at Legolas. “Do you hear yourself, you uptight prick?”
“Did you read Farabir’s dote, you stubbord arse?”
With a great sigh, Gimli stormed inside their home. His footfalls were heavy, but he could still hear the elf’s soft footsteps not far behind. Gimli went straight to the dresser and began rifling through the drawers. He tossed clothes over his shoulder, onto the bed.
“What are you doig?” Legolas asked, upon entering the room. He sat down on the bed and re-folded some of the items between wet sniffles into his sleeve.
“If you insist upon going, then I insist upon going along with you.”
Legolas smiled. “Gibli, I abbreciate id, but it is dot decessary. It is odly sniff, sniff a little code. Ihh-Tchhhh! Sniff!”
“Necessary or not, I am going.” He turned around and walked to the bed. He set down a small stack of hankies and then put his hands on Legolas’ thighs. “You need looking after.”
“Add you’re— hihh— willidg to do dat? Ihh-HiKshhhhh!”
Gimli took the top handkerchief from the pile, refolded it around his hand, and pressed it to Legolas’ face. “Try as you might, you cannot stop me.”
Legolas blew his nose softly and nuzzled his face into the handkerchief and Gimli’s warm hand beneath. “All right, thed. If you bust.”
“No,” Gimli said, smiling. “I must.” He proceeded to gather up everything to force it into the saddle bags.
But as Gimli turned his back to Legolas, the elf smiled. Legolas rubbed at his nose then lay back on their comfortable bed. He took writing supplies from the top drawer of the bedside table and scribbled off a reply to Faramir: We are leaving now. Will be there within a day unless Gimli becomes too overprotective of me, in which case it will be two. He stopped writing and grinned to himself. He would have dreaded making this journey alone with a head cold such as his. But now, with Gimli to care for him and keep him company, the trip would be a delight. And for a while there, he had been quite worried that the dwarf wouldn't pick up on any of his messages.
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: G/PG
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Disclaimer: Not mine! No money made! Please don’t sue!
Summary: A series of events in their lives.
Series so far: Prologue, Mislead, Torment, Deceit
Messages
A hawk arrived directly after dinner. It settled down on a branch and stared fixedly at Gimli. Gimli smiled and stuck his arm out. The hawk landed on it, digging into the thick sleeve and his arm. He winced slightly but unwound the paper from the hawk’s leg. He read it through once, and was about to re-read it when a small sniffle met his ear.
“Is dat frub Farabir?”
Gimli stared at the signature of the note, which could have come from only one man since the hawk belonged to Faramir and not even Eowyn used it for messages. She preferred the personal touch of sending messengers. Gimli worried his bottom lip a moment, which was hard to spot considering his beard. “No,” he replied.
Legolas had a handkerchief pressed to his nose. “Doe?” Legolas cleared his throat. Now he sounded angry on top of sick. “Bud the hawk…”
Gimli did not want Legolas reading the message. However, he could not lie directly to his elf. “It is from Faramir not Farabir.”
Legolas attempted to snatch the slip of paper from Gimli’s hands, however the dwarf pulled it away. The hawk fluttered at the movement but had clamped on tightly to Gimli’s arm.
“I do not think it is wise for you to read it just now.”
“Gibli!”
But Gimli would not be moved and Legolas was in no condition to put up a proper fight. In the end, Legolas gave a deep sigh and gave up. He turned away from Gimli, sniffling madly into his handkerchief. Concerned, Gimli put his hand on Legolas’ back and rubbed soothingly. This cold of Legolas’ had come on quickly but refused to let him alone. It had been a whole week now—a week of listening to sneezing and putting up with sniffling and trying to figure out what exactly that elf was saying in that stuffed-up voice of his. Legolas gave a congested little cough and his eyes fluttered shut. Hair obscured his ears, but Gimli knew for certain they were twitching. The handkerchief obscured the elf’s nose and mouth, but Gimli knew well what they were winding up for. “ihhTChuhh! Hitchhhh! Ehh-ehhh-KTchhhh!”
Startled by the noise, the hawk selected a spot on a nearby railing. Well-trained, it was still waiting for a message to take back in reply.
Feeling miserable and snuffly, Legolas wrapped himself around the dwarf, hugging his lover for support. He pressed his cheek against the top of Gimli’s head and hugged Gimli close. Gimli smiled and relaxed back against Legolas. He was so comfortable that he didn’t even notice Legolas’ hand moving until it was too late.
The message was pried from Giml’s hand far too quickly for him to grab it back. “Elf!”
Legolas read through the message, ignoring Gimli completely. “I shall go ad odce.”
Those were five words Gimli could not bear to hear just then. “Be reasonable. You are ill. You cannot travel in such a state.”
“I hab doe choice. You read de dote. If Farabir add Eowyd require by assistance, snuff, sniff, snifffff, I bust helb.”
“What you must do is get into bed and nurse that cold of yours before it gets worse.”
“I have had it for ages. It has just aboud rud its course.”
“Run its course? Legolas, you are nearly as bad today as you were when you first came down ill. However will you manage a long ride there?”
“It is odly ode add a half day ride—less thad that if I do dot stob to sleeb.”
“It is nearly bedtime already. And you look exhausted. You will never make it through the night.”
“You should hab bore faith id be, Gibli. I will be tired, but I cad still ride.”
Gimli’s teeth were clenched, his brow furrowed, his lip twitching. The elf was not listening to a word he said or even reading his body language, which Legolas was usually good at. “I forbid you to go.”
“You would dot dare.”
“I would. Must I send you a strongly-worded message by hawk in order for you to listen to me?”
Legolas tensed up and Gimli was momentarily worried their strong tones might progress to angry shouts. But then Legolas snapped forward. “hhhh-KTChhhhhh! Kerchhh! ihhShuhhh! ehhTChhhhhhh!”
Gimli winced at the wetness he felt against the top of his head. “Galu.”
“Thag… hehh… ihhhh- ih-TChhh!”
Gimli paused a moment, then looked up. “Was that the last of it, or should I expect more?” He ran a hand over the top of his head.
“Last for dow,” Legolas said, and rubbed his nose. “Bud by dose still tickles.”
“Which is why you should go back to bed.”
“Which is why I should leave dow, before id gets worse.”
Gimli turned, glaring at Legolas. “Do you hear yourself, you uptight prick?”
“Did you read Farabir’s dote, you stubbord arse?”
With a great sigh, Gimli stormed inside their home. His footfalls were heavy, but he could still hear the elf’s soft footsteps not far behind. Gimli went straight to the dresser and began rifling through the drawers. He tossed clothes over his shoulder, onto the bed.
“What are you doig?” Legolas asked, upon entering the room. He sat down on the bed and re-folded some of the items between wet sniffles into his sleeve.
“If you insist upon going, then I insist upon going along with you.”
Legolas smiled. “Gibli, I abbreciate id, but it is dot decessary. It is odly sniff, sniff a little code. Ihh-Tchhhh! Sniff!”
“Necessary or not, I am going.” He turned around and walked to the bed. He set down a small stack of hankies and then put his hands on Legolas’ thighs. “You need looking after.”
“Add you’re— hihh— willidg to do dat? Ihh-HiKshhhhh!”
Gimli took the top handkerchief from the pile, refolded it around his hand, and pressed it to Legolas’ face. “Try as you might, you cannot stop me.”
Legolas blew his nose softly and nuzzled his face into the handkerchief and Gimli’s warm hand beneath. “All right, thed. If you bust.”
“No,” Gimli said, smiling. “I must.” He proceeded to gather up everything to force it into the saddle bags.
But as Gimli turned his back to Legolas, the elf smiled. Legolas rubbed at his nose then lay back on their comfortable bed. He took writing supplies from the top drawer of the bedside table and scribbled off a reply to Faramir: We are leaving now. Will be there within a day unless Gimli becomes too overprotective of me, in which case it will be two. He stopped writing and grinned to himself. He would have dreaded making this journey alone with a head cold such as his. But now, with Gimli to care for him and keep him company, the trip would be a delight. And for a while there, he had been quite worried that the dwarf wouldn't pick up on any of his messages.
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Date: 2008-07-10 12:28 pm (UTC)Poor Legolas, that sick for a whole week...how awful for him (but delightful for my imagination!).
I love how sneaky he was here...pretty much outmanuevered Gimli at every turn and ended up getting just what he wanted in the first place! And though I was getting a little worried that they might cross the line from little debate/spat to truly nasty argument, I still couldn't keep myself from giggling at 'uptight prick' and 'stubborn arse'. No, they're not childish at all! ;-)
I have to say, I wish I could be there to see how well Legolas manages to survive the trip. Hope the help Faramir needs doesn't require him to be terribly energetic or healthy upon arrival!
Thanks again!
Off topic, but damn, that mood icon in particular is really hot! I love that scene from 'Meat'!
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Date: 2008-07-11 02:18 am (UTC)I'm sitting here staring at the list of *counts* 6 sections I have left to write (7 if you include finishing the epilogue). So there's a ways to go yet. If I'm creative, I might be able to stretch it out until your next birthday! heehee! Though I fear the next one might not actually have Legolas sneezing.
Poor Legolas, that sick for a whole week...how awful for him (but delightful for my imagination!).
Oh I absolutely agree! Glad you liked that *G*
I love how sneaky he was here...pretty much outmanuevered Gimli at every turn and ended up getting just what he wanted in the first place!
Gimli was too worried about his elf the whole time to realize what was going on! And Legolas needed a happy ending.
And though I was getting a little worried that they might cross the line from little debate/spat to truly nasty argument, I still couldn't keep myself from giggling at 'uptight prick' and 'stubborn arse'. No, they're not childish at all! ;-)
I was worried those insults would be too British and not enough Middle Earth-ish... but by then I'd already grown rather attached to hearing Orli & John's voices saying the lines and I couldn't change them. Glad they made you laugh, too!
I'm glad the tension between the two worked somewhat for a while, though.
I have to say, I wish I could be there to see how well Legolas manages to survive the trip. Hope the help Faramir needs doesn't require him to be terribly energetic or healthy upon arrival!
I like to think he'll be fine, since he's got Gimli to look after him, after all. He'll fall asleep in a second and Gimli will get them there. Maybe they'll stop a few times to give the horse a break and they'll snuggle up together in a bedroll. He won't be perfect but he'll be good enough by the time they get there to help Faramir out with... whatever urgent thing it is.
Yeah. I really was feeling cranky last night, but I like picking moods I don't usually use in order to look at the lovely new Ianto animations *G*
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Date: 2008-07-11 04:15 pm (UTC)I may have just found my favorite TW/DW music video ever! I remembered how much you love the song 'Affirmation' and that mindblowingly good QAF vid, and let's just say, that song works sooo well for the Whoniverse too!
Here ya go: http://butterfly.livejournal.com/1195139.html
Enjoy!
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Date: 2008-07-11 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-12 04:50 am (UTC)