Forbidden Passion
The battle was won, but Legolas still had one thing to conquer – the heart of Gimli. Whilst the gruff dwarf seemed to think of their friendship in a purely platonic sense, over the months they had known each other the pointy eared archer had become closer than anyone but he himself knew.
All Legolas wanted to do was to sweep up the stumpy-legged Adonis in his arms and caress his mail-clad body. He stared off into space, unaware of the scenes of carnage all around him on Pellinor Fields, imagining running his long, slender fingers through Gimli's wiry beard.
He was awakened from his daydream by the very same barrel chested heartthrob cleaving the head from an orc and holding it aloft. As the sunlight gleamed from the mighty midget's helmet, the slender limbed elf felt such strong feelings of passion he felt as if he would leave the ground.
The lovestruck prince from the Forest of Mirkwood shook off his feelings and turned away with tears in his eyes. Even if Gimli were the same way inclined, there was no way his father would allow him to go and live with his beloved deep in a mine. As he left the field he knew that he would never see Gimli again. But he would forever remember the gravel voiced midget who had stolen his heart.