Chapter 1 Stolen Moments
Making Love
Legolas, the Elven Prince of Mirkwood, shuddered and groaned as he thrust into tight, scorching heat. He was tightly clutching the large body beneath him closer as his passions rose and his movements sped up.
His gleaming, alabaster skinned knees were stained green by the soft, fragrant grass of the secluded grove they had found, as his tights had been abruptly yanked down around his ankles by his lover the moment that they were alone again. Legolas threw his head back, his slender and bare muscular chest dotted with sweat droplets. His long, damp and golden hair swirled about his countenance and drew brief attention to his sharply pointed ears before his face twisted with pleasure as he finally found his release.
"Ahhh! Aglar, Gimli!" he cried out as he came, panting slightly as he collapsed atop the firm and hairy, barrel-like naked chest of the Dwarf. "Le melin, nin bein harma!"
After a moment or two, he recovered himself, reaching down for the Dwarf's excitement where it lay hard between their bodies, starting to tenderly and lightly caress him. This caused Gimli to quiver noticeably beneath him before Legolas began to stroke the surprisingly long, thick shaft.
Gimli groaned low, the only sound he had made other then when the Elven male had entered him, spilling his warm seed over the silken palm that cradled him so gently. The Dwarf sighed heavily, breathing easier when he gained his air back. He then wrapped his large arms around Legolas's bare back and tried to draw him down for a kiss, hurt when the Elf again turned his face away to give Gimli his smooth cheek instead.
Legolas was surprised when he was abruptly pushed off of Gimli and onto his bare butt on the sun-warmed grass, blinking up at him in confusion when the stocky Dwarf stood and began to reach for his clothes.
"Gimli?" he asked in a soft tone of voice, moving up onto one knee and reaching out for his big right hand. This caused Gimli to turn around so that he could pull his hand closer to hold it flat against his bare chest while gazing up at him with those piercing blue eyes. "What is it? Is something wrong?"
"No. Nothing," he grumbled, appearing reluctant to meet the eyes of the Elven Prince. "Why would there be?"
"I am asking you. Please tell me if I have hurt your feelings somehow."
"..Well.."
"Yes?" Legolas prompted gently, his silken thumb stroking lightly over the hairy back of the Dwarf's hand.
"Why will you not let me kiss you?"
Gimli watched with narrowed eyes as Legolas blinked several times, clearly surprised by his reply to the Elf's query. "..Kiss me?"
"Yes. Why will you not let me?" Gimli repeated gruffly, embarrassed but clearly serious about receiving an answer. "We have been doing this together for months now on this journey, and you still will not let me share your lips."
"This is important to you?"
"Yes. Is it not to you? I thought that you cared for me, at least."
"I do care for you, Gimli, and it is important for us to discuss this, you are right. What exactly do you mean by "at least"? I tell you every time that we are together exactly how much you mean to me."
"Yes, I figured it out. But you always say it in Elvish, Legolas. I can not understand what you are trying to tell me."
"Oh, Gimli!" Legolas gasped, standing quickly and releasing his hand in order to put his arms around the Dwarf. "I am so sorry. I did not even realize.. When I am.. consumed by passion, I revert to my native tongue. It is primitive instinct for me."
"I understand," Gimli reassured him. "I am more hurt by the kissing thing. But would you tell me what you told me, please?"
Gimli looked up when Legolas didn't speak, surprised to see that the Elven male was flushed pink over his fine cheekbones, as well as the bridge of his elegantly formed nose.
"Legolas?"
"Yes?"
"Are you.. embarrassed?"
"Perhaps a little, yes," he admitted, lowering his head to rest his chin on the top of Gimli's head against his coarse, dark hair affectionately. "Aglar means glorious, because.. coupling with you is glorious."
"..That is- go on, please," Gimli requested, wanting, nay, needing to know more of how the other man truly felt about him.
"Le Melin means.. I love you, reverentially, or very much."
"You love me, Legolas?"
"Yes, Gimli," He promised him, pulling the Dwarf in tighter against his taller form without hesitation.
"That is good, because I love you, too. And the rest?"
Legolas flushed deeper, but he did answer him in a quiet voice. "Nin Bein Harma translates to the common tongue as.. My Beautiful Treasure."
Gimli was the one who blushed this time, his naturally ruddy face turning darker with his pleasure at the last translation. "You think me beautiful? ..But I am a Dwarf."
"You are beautiful, Gimli, because you are a Dwarf. My Dwarf. I have always had a fascination with your race, it is true, but this is more then that. You are more then that. I truly, deeply, love you."
"If that is true.."
"It is true."
"Then why can I not kiss you?"
"It is not that I do not wish to.. share my lips with you, because I do, very much. But in order to understand this, you must understand something about Elves, Gimli. We are not very.. physical beings. That is, until we find the one that completes us emotionally. I may be old by the standards of the other races, but by my own, I am still very young. Young enough to be considered a child still, or at least, a young adolescent. I have always been somewhat sheltered by my father, and before this quest rarely left Mirkwood. I believe that he suspected that I like men and not women, but I am fairly certain he does not know of my fascination with Dwarves. Before you, I had never even engaged in the physical aspects of a relationship. You are the one that I have chosen, Gimli, and my choice is not going to change. I just want some time. To wait until it feels right. I want everything to be perfect for my first kiss. Does that make sense?"
"Yes. It does. How can I make it perfect?"
"You mean how much longer do you have to wait for me to feel ready?"
Gimli shook his head, Legolas's moving with the motion since his chin still lightly rested on the top of Gimli's head. "No. I want you to be ready, because I want you to feel safe with me. How can I make you feel safe?"
"I do feel safe with you. I just need to be.. inspired," Legolas explained, dipping his chin lower to kiss the Dwarf's forehead. "We should return to Aragorn soon, so as not to worry him further. This kind of journey always puts people on edge. But we may safely take a little longer alone with each other, I believe. Would you bath with me in the Nen, that water in the pool?"
"You.. Want to take a bath with me?"
"Yes, or perhaps just a swim? The pool will cleanse us of sweat and seed. I love the water. It makes me feel.. happy, peaceful, as do you. It would be the perfect place for kisses. And perhaps.. more?"
"You mean?.." Gimli asked him, looking up in surprise at his subtle indication.
"Yes. I believe I may be ready, Gimli. But.. be gentle all the same, would you? After all I have never.."
"Yes. I know and understand, Legolas. I promise that I will be."
Hith Ninniach
Legolas dove naked into the cool, refreshing water, pushing his long hair back from his face and behind his pointed ears as he surfaced. The expression on his upturned countenance shifted into a beautiful smile as he looked up at Gimli where the Dwarf stood naked on the bank of the small, deep pool in their hidden grove.
"You are so splendarr. ..Beautiful," Gimli told him in a soft, rumbling tone of clear pleasure. "Your hair.. I have never seen such a golden sheen before you. Most Dwarves have dark hair."
"Alaure."
"What?"
"Alaure. It literally translates to 'Sheen of Gold.' It is what my father used to call me when I was very young," Legolas explained, still smiling as he held out his wet, gleaming arms toward him now in offering. "Join me?"
Gimli nodded, though he looked nervous as he stepped into the water, which was understandable given how bulky some Dwarves were, relief transforming his face as Legolas came to him in the shallower part of the pool and took his hands gently in both of his.
"What should I call you?" Gimli spoke then in his low, rumbling tones.
"You mean as a title of affection?"
"Yes."
"What is a word for lover in your tongue? It is Melethril in my own, with Meleth meaning love."
"Well, you are my lover, but love is more intimate, more.. tender. Some have many lovers, though we have not, but usually only one true love. Taerin means true and deep love in my language. I like it better. What will you call me?"
"Nin Fea, Gimli. It means 'my spirit.'"
"Nin Fea..," Gimli whispered, his dark eyes gleaming for a moment with sudden moisture. "That is beautiful. Thank you."
"You are beautiful. I really do mean it, Gimli. You are so far inside me now that you are my spirit, my heart. I will not allow anything to separate us. Not now, not ever."
"What about when this journey is over?" Gimli asked him, leading the tall, gorgeous Elven male by the hands closer to the small waterfall that fell into the pool from the smooth rocks above them.
"I do not know. We will go to your halls of stone, I believe. Being my father's son, a Prince of Mirkwood, I can not go home. He would never accept our loving one another. And Imladris and Lothlorien are now closed to me as well. I could never ask Elrond, or Galadriel and Celeborn to give us Sanctuary against what my father's reaction will surely be."
"What reaction, my Taerin?" Gimli inquired, instantly concerned for him.
"Banishment from all Realms Elven."
"Banishment? Surely not. You are a Prince of the Forest, Legolas."
"I will not be when he disowns me, for I am only Prince because he is my father."
"You will always be my Prince. Are.. Are you sure that I am worth that outcome? The sacrifice is a great one on your behalf."
"I know that, Gimli. I have thought on it much these past months and count it as no sacrifice. I love you. Everything has a price. You are worth that price to me. I could never be truly happy returning home to marry an Elven Wen.. maiden I would not even choose myself and could never give my heart to. Not when I have now experienced the wonders of Dwarven love. I would waste away onto death without you in my life and by my side. Please, tell me that you understand?"
"I do understand, Legolas. I feel the same as you."
Legolas sighed in relief, the sound like a soft wind blowing through tree branches, leaning in closer still to Gimli and pressing their foreheads together affectionately. His entrancing eyes firmly locked with the Dwarf's as he whispered a phrase with clear meaning for Elves that Gimli was unaware of, "I choose a mortal life.."
The wind really did rise then, blowing among the nearby trees and causing the water of the pool to ripple across it's surface as Legolas smiled, his face peaceful and content as he lay back upon the bank near the waterfall. He was close enough to feel it's refreshing, misty spray upon his face as he drew Gimli down into his arms and against his nakedness.
Gimli was surprised, though pleased, when Legolas moaned as their bodies touched, already panting slightly as he opened his long, slender legs willingly for him.
"Gimli.. Lin Lambe, I want it!"
"What?" he asked in clear confusion.
"..Sorry. I want.. Kiss me! Kiss me, and I will show you!"
Gimli lowered his head obediently to press their lips together for the first time, finally kissing him and shuddering with shocked pleasure as Legolas twined his arms around his neck and parted his lips to press his slick, hot tongue against Gimli's lips, the contact almost a silent question.
"My tongue?" the Dwarf inquired after pulling back reluctantly to look down at the gorgeous Elven male. "You want my tongue?"
"Aye, Lin Lambe!" Legolas repeated, desperate as he tried to pull him back to his lips. "Give me your tongue, please!"
Gimli groaned and lowered his mouth back to his Elf's still parted lips, opening his own mouth and pushing his tongue inside. He smiled inwardly when Legolas moaned louder and clutched at his larger body tighter, their tongues entwining together intricately before they had to pull back to take in air.
"Ahhh, Aglar Nar!" Legolas breathed, his air warming Gimli's lips as he panted, burying the slender fingers of one hand in the Dwarf's long dark hair and clutching the thick, wet strands tightly. "Glorious Fire! You fill me with such Glorious Fire!"
Gimli gasped at his words, feeling Legolas's naked body surge up against his own almost violently as the Elven warrior claimed his mouth again, pressing his lips hard against the Dwarf's with clear physical hunger. Gimli reached down between their bodies, his big, rough-skinned right hand grasping Legolas's hard length, causing his slender hips to sharply jerk and his pointed ears to twitch as he spasmed in his grip, already so needy and wanting that he came against Gimli's palm with a strangled shout.
"G-Gimli!" he panted, his breathing heavy now as he tilted his head to the side, baring his throat in seductive invitation. "Ohhh, Lin Cam! Your Hand! Nin Iaeth! My neck.. Please kiss my neck!"
Gimli surprised himself with the low growl that vibrated deep in his throat, going down deeper still and into his chest as he lowered his face down to press his lips to Legolas's beautiful, silken neck, scattering kisses over the warm, smooth flesh.
"Nin Estel, Gimli.." the male Elf whispered, gripping his hair tighter still and causing the Dwarf to grunt with pleasure in response to the strong fingers tugging on the strands. "You are my hope.." He abruptly went from serious to playful as he actually giggled while Gimli continued to kiss his bared throat gently. "..You sound like a big, sexy bear, and your whiskers tickle. I like it."
"Is that so?" Gimli growled again, clearly teasing him before he rasped his warm, wet tongue over Legolas's neck.
Then he purposely sought out the sensitive spot located directly behind his sharply pointed left ear.
"Ahhh!" Legolas cried out, the sound piercing, it's notes pleading as they echoed on the air and the water rippled around them with his sudden thrashing movements. He felt him harden once more where his hot length pressed against Gimli's rounded, hairy belly.
"Gimli, please! ..No more teasing. Take my body and my love, my Dwarf!"
Gimli complied, feeling his desires, both physical and emotional, for the slender Elf Prince increase. He slicked the thick fingers of his right hand with saliva from his own mouth, pressing first one, then two of the digits into him, careful to go slow and easy, reminded of Legolas's request to be gentle with him.
It was his lover's first time, but even if it had not been.. Well, Gimli knew that he would always be cautious and careful not to hurt the gorgeous Elven beauty that had fallen into his heart while loving him.
"Gimli!" Legolas gasped sharply, opening his legs for him wider and panting harder. A soft moan escaped his parted lips when his lover's fingers slid in deeper and began to pump forward and back to ready him further. "Nin Hir! Athan Lor! More, please!"
It took a lot of gentle, patient coaxing, but Gimli finally managed to convince Legolas's body to relax enough to take a third finger, continuing to pleasure him for a few more moments before withdrawing them slowly.
He could feel Legolas trembling in anticipation and fear as he took hold of his slender, shapely silken thighs, spreading them as wide as they would go with his hands as he moved his larger body up into the necessary position above him.
The Elf's gorgeous eyes were pleading and needy as he reached for him, tilting his golden-haired head back onto the sandy bank in order to angle his lips up for a kiss, clearly craving emotional reassurance that everything would be all right. Gimli lowered his mouth back to his, their tongues entwining once again as he guided the Elf's long legs up around his hips and placed himself at Legolas's still-tight entrance, pausing to look into his beautiful eyes.
"Nin Fea.." Legolas breathed softly against his mouth, pulling him closer tightly. "Be inside me, Gimli. Possess me!"
The Dwarf shuddered hard, kissing him again roughly as he slowly began to push into him, drawing a shrill cry of pleasured-pain from Legolas's throat as he threw his head back upon the sand once more, his strong fingers moving to clutch at Gimli's bare, muscular back with a soft hissing sound.
"Are you all right, Taerin?"
"Yes. Do not stop, Gimli. Please.. All the way in me. I need you!"
He nodded, pushing deeper as his warm, wet tongue slipped past his lover's lips again, claiming Legolas mouth as his own as he also laid further claim by fully taking his virginity. Gimli stopped once he was all the way inside him, letting him adjust as he pressed his lips everywhere he could reach now, scattering tender kisses over Legolas's face, neck, and teasing his pointed ears with his warm tongue as well. When he moved down to his bare, gleaming chest, Legolas began to shake beneath him, trembling harder as his lips got closer to his stiff, rosy nipples, so Gimli took the right one into his hot mouth, beginning to suckle it gently. The Elven Prince jerked and cried out with clear pleasure, arching his back to press eagerly against his mouth, causing Gimli to suck harder on the sweet, beaded nub of tender, obviously sensitive flesh.
"Gimli! Meleth Gul!" Legolas whispered breathlessly, the fingers of both of his hands drawn irresistibly back to the Dwarf's coarse, reddish-brown hair as his slender, graceful body was wracked by repeated hard shudders of helpless desire. "Ahhh, yes! Suck harder, lick me!"
Gimli groaned loudly, sucking hard before releasing the tight nipple from his mouth reluctantly so that he could begin to lap at it with his big, slick tongue. He craved the soft cries and whimpering that he coaxed from his Elven lover's throat and lips more then any jewel or golden treasure. He switched to the other nipple then as he began to thrust his broad, thickly-muscled hips, moving deeper inside him, then shallower, then deep again as he alternately licked and sucked on Legolas's warm, silken nipple as his own release became imminent, impulsively scraping his teeth over the tight bud with conscious gentleness.
The gorgeous male convulsed under him, his long, beautiful golden hair dragging over and through the damp, fine white sand in intricate swirling patterns as his head thrashed back and forth upon the bank of the pool while a sharp scream escaped him as he came instantly.
The completely smitten Dwarf bellowed loud enough to wake the dead as he came in reaction to the other male's flesh squeezing and rippling along his hard length while Legolas found release, causing Gimli to spend his essence deeply within his Prince of Mirkwood.
Legolas shuddered soundlessly when Gimli slipped out of his still-humming body, but he did not let him go, pulling on Gimli's hair again to tug his head down closer, his hands moving to clutch at his broad shoulders tightly as he took his mouth in an eager, loving kiss.
"Nin Meleth.." Legolas said fiercely when he ended the kiss after several moments had slipped away with their mutual emotional pleasure, their eyes meeting with tenderness as they both panted softly. "I love you, Gimli. Always."
"Always is a long time, coming from an Elf," Gimli tried to tease his lover, smiling slightly.
But Legolas would have none of it. "I will love you always, my Dwarf," he insisted, kissing him once more, the contact of the claiming rough and demanding before he pulled back to continue firmly, "Get used to it."
"I would love nothing more, my Elf."
The pair of lovers smiled at each other, turning their eyes toward the small waterfall, surprised to see a dazzling array of colors hovering in a glittering display in front of the gleaming white-blue water. It extended down to the surface of the pool in a way that made it appear as though it actually entered the water.
"Hith Ninniach.." Legolas whispered in a soft, reverent tone. "It is a misty rainbow, Gimli. Our union is blessed."
They cleaned and refreshed themselves in the water, drying each other off thoroughly before dressing hurriedly, knowing that Aragorn would be missing them as it would soon be dark.
"Gimli.." Legolas asked as they walked close together. "When we get back to the camp, would you please brush out my hair for me?"
Gimli blinked; confused at first, but then he realized what the Elf wasn't saying.
He knew that Legolas was perfectly capable of brushing his own hair, as he'd watched him do it many times on this journey from where he'd sat across the fire from him.
So when Legolas asked Gimli if he would brush his hair, what he meant was, was Gimli ready for their companion to discover just how deep their relationship really went?
"As you wish, Taerin."
Elvish To English Translations:
Aglar: Glorious
Le Melin: I love you. Reverentially, or very much
Nin Bein Harma: My Beautiful Treasure
Nen: Water
Alaure: Sheen Of Gold
Melethril: Lover
Meleth: Love
Nin Fea: My Spirit
Imladris: Rivendell
Lothlorien: The Golden Wood
Wen: Maiden
Lin Lambe: Your Tongue
Aglar Nar: Glorious Fire
Lin Cam: Your Hand
Nin Iaeth: My Neck
Nin Estel: My Hope
Nin Hir: My Lord
Athan Lor: Beyond Dream
Meleth Gul: Love Magic
Nin Meleth: My Love
Hith Ninniach: Misty Rainbow
Dwarvish To English Translations:
Splendarr: Beautiful
Taerin: True And Deep Love