Prompt: Imagine a drunk Gimli pushing you into a tipsy Legolas and kissing him

The battle of Helm's Deep had been won, thanks to the timely arrival of the Rohirrim and Mithrandir. You hadn't been in the thick of the battle, but helped Eowyn keep the Uruk-hai menace from entering the Glistening Caves, before healing the wounded men.

Now, four days later - after the entire population of Edoras had returned to the Golden City - the celebrations were about to get underway. You never really attended these celebrations; mainly because you weren't a proper Lady, so you were never invited. The other main reason was that you usually had to work. Being one of the servant girls for the Golden Hall meant that you had quite a lot of work to do, preparing for a celebration or not.

This time, you really didn't want to go for a third reason: your brother. He was one of the casualties on the battlefield, and you wanted time alone to mourn the only member of family you had left. Had. You knew that you'd either go to the celebrations and leave early, or being the only person not attending. Honestly, you preferred the latter option.

You would have stayed home but the invitation from someone who was secretly holding a special position in your heart persuaded you otherwise. The Elven Prince of Mirkwood had caught your eye when he'd first arrived with Mithrandir, the Heir of Isildur and the ginger Dwarf. On the long, boring trek to the stronghold, he asked to walk along side you. Allowing him to, you both began to talk about your lives. You knew from the start that you had nothing in common with him, but is was interesting to listen about the hidden realms of the Elves.

On the way back, however, you walked alone; he'd gone with the other dignitaries to Orthanc - to confront Saruman, while you helped Eowyn guide the women and children home.

You didn't speak to many upon your return; the busy time of helping prepare the Golden Hall for the celebration. This kept you occupied enough, so that you didn't have to speak much. A few hours passed in silence, as you worked with fresh grief.

The others returned, two Hobbits, now among them, and Legolas first went to find you. He found you falling asleep on your feet; tired from the fear you'd experienced in the caves, and exhausted from the amount of work that you'd put yourself through. He forced you to go home and rest; you'd disagreed at first, but he ended up walking you home, to ensure that you got there. That's when he asked you about the feast later that night, and when you revealed that you weren't going to attend. Off hand, he then invited you to go.

You'd taken some rest, changed into a dress more suited for those sort of occasion (Not that you had many) and headed to the celebrations. Though you didn't want to go, you were a woman of your word; you said to the Elf that you were going to be there, and you weren't going to disappoint him.

You walked alone - you'd agreed with Legolas that you would meet him at the celebrations - and found yourself somewhere to sit near the back of the hall.

The toast came and went in the blink of an eye; once you were all free to wander the halls, you went to find the Elf who had begged you to come. The hall was manic: within minutes, men were passing out at the tables, many drinking games had broken out. You searched almost the entire hall before you finally noticed the long, blonde hair.

As you walked closer, you noticed Eowyn talking to her Uncle, as well as spying the two Hobbits dancing on top of a nearby table.

When you reached the table, you noticed that both Legolas and the Dwarf had consumed at least 15 pints of ale each, and were still going; Legolas seemed almost unhinged by the copious amount of alcohol, while Gimli was barely keeping consciousness.

Leaning against the overflowing table, you spectated as the two continued to drink more and more ale. Eventually, Legolas paused, gazing at his slender hands in wonder.

"I feel something." He mutters, as if he's in shock. Eomer look on in surprise, and you smile, laughing at his naivety. "A slight tingling in my fingers."

You move away from the pillar you were leaning against, and walked up close to him. You stopped and took the mug from his hands, placing it back down on the table.

"I think that you've had enough for one night," you say lightly, watching a dumb smile grow on his face. You laughed lightly at him, not realising how close you were standing to him.

Unknown to you, but while you were staring at him, slightly inhibited yourself, Gimli son of Gloin, completely drunk on the copious amount of ale he'd consumed, did something completely out of character. He jumped down from his seat upon the bench, swaying uneasily on his feet, and headed forwards to where Legolas stood.

Without second guessing himself or his actions, he lunged forwards and pushed his tipsy friend forwards, towards you, before proceeding to fall flat on his face.

Legolas, however, realised what was going on, and he took advantage of the situation. He firstly reached out for you, slinking an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, before planting his lips to you. After a brief moment of shock at the move, you gently kissed him was sweet, and you wondered why you hadn't tried to do this before. You both stayed there, until you both heard a drunk laughing coming from the Dwarf on the floor.

"What did I say….?" He slurred, barely able to pull his head up from the floor. "He can't hold his liquor….." He slurred again, this time, stopping before the end of the sentence and passing out. Legolas grinned at him, before looking to you.

"Game over." He said, and you smiled up to him.

Surely, drunk courage is the best kind.