Fic for Lady Korana- Part 10
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tarotgalJust one epilogue after this to tie it all up in a nice little bow!
Title: Currently Untitled
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: 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, Assistance, Mistakes, Certainty, Bliss, Trade Off
Regret
The elf was wrapped warmly in dwarf-made blankets, with a thick, black, fur skin draped over the bed. Gimli lounged, naked atop the bed in order to hold Legolas without burning with heat. The fur caressed his arse in such a pleasurable way that Gimli would have suggested Legolas try it as well, if not for the elf’s intense shivering. A small stack of handkerchiefs sat between Gimli’s spread legs and Legolas was quickly going through them with sneezes.
“ehhhh-Gihshhuhhh! Yih-shihhhhhh!” Legolas gave a violent shiver and tried to blow his nose, but he did not manage to be quick enough. “eiihhhhhgihshhhh! Eh-hehahhh… ih-ih-IHTSchhhhhhhhhh!” The elf snuffled and rubbed at his nose with every dry bit of the hanky. Then he tossed the damp one aside and picked up a dry one so that he could be ready for the next sneezes.
Gimli frowned to see Legolas so pale and weak, lying against the dark, crimson pillow. Even the blond hair seemed to have lost some of its shimmer. Gimli worried his hand would shake if he moved it to stroke those soft strands. So he let his arms stay put, wrapped around the part of Legolas he could reach, the part that wasn’t buried under all the layers. “I have seen you through many a cold,” Gimli said, thoughtfully, worriedly. “Never before have I seen you looking quite so bad.”
There was a look in Legolas’ eyes that startled and unsettled the dwarf. Then Legolas turned his head, unable to speak but able to sneeze. “ih-ihh-ihhShihhh! Eh-gehhhh-Yihshhhh!” They tossed him forward each time, until he could relax back into the comfort of Gimli’s arms. Only to sneeze yet again. “IHHShhhhh!”
“So very sneezy,” Gimli murmured.
Legolas dabbled at his sniffly nose. His eyes were still closed, perhaps a bit teary, regardless. But his mouth hung open, ready and expecting the next sneeze to come at any second. As it turned out, it was less than five seconds. “ihhChihh!” and was followed by two more. “hihh-Ihshhh! Yih-ih-ih-ihh-Shihhh!”
When next Gimli could squeeze a world in, he did so with an accompanying kiss to Legolas’ cheek. “Sometimes—” he stopped abruptly as another sneeze broke in.
“heh-Kehtchhhhh!” Legolas wiped his nose and lowered the hanky, trying to give Gimli and not his tickling nose his attention.
“Sometimes I feel that if I could just pinch that lovely nose of yours, I would be able to stop those sneezes from coming out and torturing you.”
Legolas sniffled, his small nostrils flaring, and looked at Gimli as though inviting him to try. “Worth… hehh… worth a ihhhhhh… worth a try?”
The corners of Gimli’s mouth twitched. “Do you feel like sneezing now?”
Legolas shook his head back and forth.
“Will you tell me when you feel one coming on?”
Legolas nodded his head up and down.
Gimli’s short fingers drummed against Legolas’ palm, tickling slightly so that Legolas smiled and closed his hand around Gimli’s to still the touch. They squeezed each other’s hands but then relaxed the grip. They stayed there in silence for a while, Gimli reflecting again on the wonders of this soft fur he was on and wondering what it would feel like to lie face-down upon it. Gimli’s imagination was just about on the verge of running away with him and his libido when he felt his hand squeezed.
Looking over, Gimli only just got his thumb and first finger to Legolas’ nose in time. As he chuckled, the elf’s sneeze tried to build. “eh-eh-eh-“ The nose fought and struggled against Gimli’s fingers but amounted to nothing. “ihh-hih-hih-ih-ihyehhh!” The second series did likewise. The third, however, broke past Gimli’s defense, just barely. “ihh-hihhh-Hmph!” The held in sneeze came with an awkward, painful sound. Gimli winced.
“Perhaps we will not try that again,” Gimli said, pulling his hand back.
Legolas sneezed again, spraying with uncontrollable force. “ehBTshhhhhhhh!”
The spray was cool against the dwarf’s hand and forearm. Legolas’ nose dropped with an uncomfortable, liquidy fullness. Legolas buried his nose in a hanky for stronger-than-normal blows and sneezes. Gimli could only watch and pet sympathetically.
“Val-sniff! Valiadt effort,” Legolas said weakly.
Gimli wrapped his arms around Legolas again. Legolas snuggled close again. “I do think this one is the worst you have ever had.”
“Doe,” Legolas said. “It odly seebs like the worst because it is the ode I have dow.”
But Gimli did not believe this. He tried to talk himself into it, but the constant sniffles and another, sudden elf shiver were too persuasive. Gimli’s mind wandered again. Each of Legolas’ colds was different. Some were mild, others intense. Some were full of fevers and misery and some, like this one, were full of sneezes. The problem wasn’t so much in that Legolas had another miserable, sneezey cold. The problem was that Legolas had another cold of any sort.
“Where could you have caught this cold?” Gimli asked. “We have not been to town in ages. There are no sniffly little elflings. We are not even in the damp caves. Yet you have another cold. Why?”
Legolas did not answer. There was no sneeze preventing him from speaking. There was something in his expression, however, that set Gimli on edge. Then, without even needing to imagine anything, the thought occurred to Gimli. “It is me.”
There was something like fear in Legolas’ eyes, which startled Gimli more than anything else. The dwarf pulled away, retracting his arms, and then sliding off the bed. He hesitated, looking at the lump of elf beneath the blankets. Then he walked straight to the foot of the bed. He bent over, fumbled with the latch for a moment, then threw open the trunk. It was practically empty, but it did not take long to toss their battle gear out and begin tossing his clothes in.
The fear was still upon Legolas’ face as he extricated himself from the blankets and crawled across the bed on all fours. Legolas perched at the foot, holding onto the footboard, with the intricate carvings and the inlaid stones in the wood. “What are you doig?”
“Sparing you misery,” Gimli replied flatly, bustling around, collecting his things, refusing to make eye contact.
Legolas shivered. “By leaving be alode whed I’b ill add deed you?”
“By removing the cause of your illness.” He sighed and looked up. “Elves were not meant to be with dwarves. We have tried, for years, to deny that. We are perfect for each other, but when it comes down to it, nature is still against us.”
“Gibli?”
“I cannot do this to you, Legolas. I would follow you anywhere, even over the sea to the West. But I would not have you sneezing and ill in the Undying Lands, and I would not have it here if it can be prevented.” Gimli slammed the lid down and tried to do the latch. But his hand trembled and his fingers slipped from wetness that came from several, large tears that has spilled from his eyes.
“Gibli—”
Gimli shook his head. “I have to go.” Legolas climbed off the bed and wrapped his arms around his dwarf.
“You do dot. Ihhh… ihhh-GIHShhhhh! Sniff! Gibli…” Legolas rubbed his nose with one hand and ran his other hand up and down the dwarf’s back. “Whed I sdeezed od you, you did dot eved flidch.”
This was something Gimli had not expected to hear. He looked up, confused. “Of course not. I love you. I do not care about that.”
And, suddenly, Legolas’ eyes were penetrating, like piercing daggers. “And I love you and do not care about it either.” Gimli tried to pull away, but Legolas held him close. “I would habbily edure a hudred colds if it beadt you stayig with be forever.”
Still shaking his head, “But—”
“But you will dot be aroud forever. Gibli, if it is ode thig I have learded it is that sub thigs do dot last. Eved if you are the reasod I cobe dowd with so bady colds, the colds bass quickly. Add your life is too short dot to sbed it with be. If I did dot have you…” He trailed off with a strangled sob and a whole series of sniffles.
“Hush.” Gimli raised himself up on his toes and Legolas lowered his head slightly to allow Gimli to silence him with a strong kiss. Then, without a word, Gimli led Legolas back to the bed. He tucked the elf under the blankets, this time snuggling under the covers with him, despite the heat.
“ihhh-Kihshhh! Ihktchhhh!” The elf rubbed his nose with a handkerchief but stayed close.
When Legolas’ nose was wet against Gimli’s skin, the dwarf smiled and hugged Legolas closer. “How long have you known I was weakening you?”
Suddenly, Legolas looked scandalized. “You do dot weaked be! I ab strodger with you at by side.”
“How long have you known?”
“Ages. A lodg tibe.”
“Do—” Gimli hesitated. “Do you regret being with me?”
“Dever.”
Gimli confirmed, “Never?”
“Dever. Dot odce. Sniff! Ihh… ihhhChihh! Sniff!”
Gimli took charge of a handkerchief and wiped Legolas’ nose for him. “Not even when you feel sneezey like this?”
A gentle smile in reply made Gimli’s heart soar. “Esbecially dot id tibes like this. I love whed you tage care of be.”
“I know you do,” Gimli soothed.
Legolas closed his eyes and nuzzled closer, fitting his head right between Gimli’s shoulder and neck. “Do you regret us dow?”
Gimli’s hug tightened. He kissed the top of Legolas’ head, the soft hair against his sensitive lips. “Never.”
“Dever?” Legolas asked for confirmation, with his stuffy nose obscuring the word.
Chuckling, “Never.”
Title: Currently Untitled
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: 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, Assistance, Mistakes, Certainty, Bliss, Trade Off
Regret
The elf was wrapped warmly in dwarf-made blankets, with a thick, black, fur skin draped over the bed. Gimli lounged, naked atop the bed in order to hold Legolas without burning with heat. The fur caressed his arse in such a pleasurable way that Gimli would have suggested Legolas try it as well, if not for the elf’s intense shivering. A small stack of handkerchiefs sat between Gimli’s spread legs and Legolas was quickly going through them with sneezes.
“ehhhh-Gihshhuhhh! Yih-shihhhhhh!” Legolas gave a violent shiver and tried to blow his nose, but he did not manage to be quick enough. “eiihhhhhgihshhhh! Eh-hehahhh… ih-ih-IHTSchhhhhhhhhh!” The elf snuffled and rubbed at his nose with every dry bit of the hanky. Then he tossed the damp one aside and picked up a dry one so that he could be ready for the next sneezes.
Gimli frowned to see Legolas so pale and weak, lying against the dark, crimson pillow. Even the blond hair seemed to have lost some of its shimmer. Gimli worried his hand would shake if he moved it to stroke those soft strands. So he let his arms stay put, wrapped around the part of Legolas he could reach, the part that wasn’t buried under all the layers. “I have seen you through many a cold,” Gimli said, thoughtfully, worriedly. “Never before have I seen you looking quite so bad.”
There was a look in Legolas’ eyes that startled and unsettled the dwarf. Then Legolas turned his head, unable to speak but able to sneeze. “ih-ihh-ihhShihhh! Eh-gehhhh-Yihshhhh!” They tossed him forward each time, until he could relax back into the comfort of Gimli’s arms. Only to sneeze yet again. “IHHShhhhh!”
“So very sneezy,” Gimli murmured.
Legolas dabbled at his sniffly nose. His eyes were still closed, perhaps a bit teary, regardless. But his mouth hung open, ready and expecting the next sneeze to come at any second. As it turned out, it was less than five seconds. “ihhChihh!” and was followed by two more. “hihh-Ihshhh! Yih-ih-ih-ihh-Shihhh!”
When next Gimli could squeeze a world in, he did so with an accompanying kiss to Legolas’ cheek. “Sometimes—” he stopped abruptly as another sneeze broke in.
“heh-Kehtchhhhh!” Legolas wiped his nose and lowered the hanky, trying to give Gimli and not his tickling nose his attention.
“Sometimes I feel that if I could just pinch that lovely nose of yours, I would be able to stop those sneezes from coming out and torturing you.”
Legolas sniffled, his small nostrils flaring, and looked at Gimli as though inviting him to try. “Worth… hehh… worth a ihhhhhh… worth a try?”
The corners of Gimli’s mouth twitched. “Do you feel like sneezing now?”
Legolas shook his head back and forth.
“Will you tell me when you feel one coming on?”
Legolas nodded his head up and down.
Gimli’s short fingers drummed against Legolas’ palm, tickling slightly so that Legolas smiled and closed his hand around Gimli’s to still the touch. They squeezed each other’s hands but then relaxed the grip. They stayed there in silence for a while, Gimli reflecting again on the wonders of this soft fur he was on and wondering what it would feel like to lie face-down upon it. Gimli’s imagination was just about on the verge of running away with him and his libido when he felt his hand squeezed.
Looking over, Gimli only just got his thumb and first finger to Legolas’ nose in time. As he chuckled, the elf’s sneeze tried to build. “eh-eh-eh-“ The nose fought and struggled against Gimli’s fingers but amounted to nothing. “ihh-hih-hih-ih-ihyehhh!” The second series did likewise. The third, however, broke past Gimli’s defense, just barely. “ihh-hihhh-Hmph!” The held in sneeze came with an awkward, painful sound. Gimli winced.
“Perhaps we will not try that again,” Gimli said, pulling his hand back.
Legolas sneezed again, spraying with uncontrollable force. “ehBTshhhhhhhh!”
The spray was cool against the dwarf’s hand and forearm. Legolas’ nose dropped with an uncomfortable, liquidy fullness. Legolas buried his nose in a hanky for stronger-than-normal blows and sneezes. Gimli could only watch and pet sympathetically.
“Val-sniff! Valiadt effort,” Legolas said weakly.
Gimli wrapped his arms around Legolas again. Legolas snuggled close again. “I do think this one is the worst you have ever had.”
“Doe,” Legolas said. “It odly seebs like the worst because it is the ode I have dow.”
But Gimli did not believe this. He tried to talk himself into it, but the constant sniffles and another, sudden elf shiver were too persuasive. Gimli’s mind wandered again. Each of Legolas’ colds was different. Some were mild, others intense. Some were full of fevers and misery and some, like this one, were full of sneezes. The problem wasn’t so much in that Legolas had another miserable, sneezey cold. The problem was that Legolas had another cold of any sort.
“Where could you have caught this cold?” Gimli asked. “We have not been to town in ages. There are no sniffly little elflings. We are not even in the damp caves. Yet you have another cold. Why?”
Legolas did not answer. There was no sneeze preventing him from speaking. There was something in his expression, however, that set Gimli on edge. Then, without even needing to imagine anything, the thought occurred to Gimli. “It is me.”
There was something like fear in Legolas’ eyes, which startled Gimli more than anything else. The dwarf pulled away, retracting his arms, and then sliding off the bed. He hesitated, looking at the lump of elf beneath the blankets. Then he walked straight to the foot of the bed. He bent over, fumbled with the latch for a moment, then threw open the trunk. It was practically empty, but it did not take long to toss their battle gear out and begin tossing his clothes in.
The fear was still upon Legolas’ face as he extricated himself from the blankets and crawled across the bed on all fours. Legolas perched at the foot, holding onto the footboard, with the intricate carvings and the inlaid stones in the wood. “What are you doig?”
“Sparing you misery,” Gimli replied flatly, bustling around, collecting his things, refusing to make eye contact.
Legolas shivered. “By leaving be alode whed I’b ill add deed you?”
“By removing the cause of your illness.” He sighed and looked up. “Elves were not meant to be with dwarves. We have tried, for years, to deny that. We are perfect for each other, but when it comes down to it, nature is still against us.”
“Gibli?”
“I cannot do this to you, Legolas. I would follow you anywhere, even over the sea to the West. But I would not have you sneezing and ill in the Undying Lands, and I would not have it here if it can be prevented.” Gimli slammed the lid down and tried to do the latch. But his hand trembled and his fingers slipped from wetness that came from several, large tears that has spilled from his eyes.
“Gibli—”
Gimli shook his head. “I have to go.” Legolas climbed off the bed and wrapped his arms around his dwarf.
“You do dot. Ihhh… ihhh-GIHShhhhh! Sniff! Gibli…” Legolas rubbed his nose with one hand and ran his other hand up and down the dwarf’s back. “Whed I sdeezed od you, you did dot eved flidch.”
This was something Gimli had not expected to hear. He looked up, confused. “Of course not. I love you. I do not care about that.”
And, suddenly, Legolas’ eyes were penetrating, like piercing daggers. “And I love you and do not care about it either.” Gimli tried to pull away, but Legolas held him close. “I would habbily edure a hudred colds if it beadt you stayig with be forever.”
Still shaking his head, “But—”
“But you will dot be aroud forever. Gibli, if it is ode thig I have learded it is that sub thigs do dot last. Eved if you are the reasod I cobe dowd with so bady colds, the colds bass quickly. Add your life is too short dot to sbed it with be. If I did dot have you…” He trailed off with a strangled sob and a whole series of sniffles.
“Hush.” Gimli raised himself up on his toes and Legolas lowered his head slightly to allow Gimli to silence him with a strong kiss. Then, without a word, Gimli led Legolas back to the bed. He tucked the elf under the blankets, this time snuggling under the covers with him, despite the heat.
“ihhh-Kihshhh! Ihktchhhh!” The elf rubbed his nose with a handkerchief but stayed close.
When Legolas’ nose was wet against Gimli’s skin, the dwarf smiled and hugged Legolas closer. “How long have you known I was weakening you?”
Suddenly, Legolas looked scandalized. “You do dot weaked be! I ab strodger with you at by side.”
“How long have you known?”
“Ages. A lodg tibe.”
“Do—” Gimli hesitated. “Do you regret being with me?”
“Dever.”
Gimli confirmed, “Never?”
“Dever. Dot odce. Sniff! Ihh… ihhhChihh! Sniff!”
Gimli took charge of a handkerchief and wiped Legolas’ nose for him. “Not even when you feel sneezey like this?”
A gentle smile in reply made Gimli’s heart soar. “Esbecially dot id tibes like this. I love whed you tage care of be.”
“I know you do,” Gimli soothed.
Legolas closed his eyes and nuzzled closer, fitting his head right between Gimli’s shoulder and neck. “Do you regret us dow?”
Gimli’s hug tightened. He kissed the top of Legolas’ head, the soft hair against his sensitive lips. “Never.”
“Dever?” Legolas asked for confirmation, with his stuffy nose obscuring the word.
Chuckling, “Never.”
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Date: 2009-04-10 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-10 07:19 pm (UTC)Oh Legolas/Gimli...why can't you stay cute together forever?! Darn that whole immortal/mortal thing being so compelling! (And I had to go and fall for it again with Jack/Ianto...argh! I am a glutton for punishment. And angst fics. *G*)
But really, this entire series of gifts has been almost too good to be true, if I'm honest. I'm so touched by your thoughtfulness and generosity, tg. I will hate to see these end, but it's been one amazing journey.
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Date: 2009-04-11 02:19 am (UTC)A beautiful ending tg...just beautiful.
~BVB