The last Chapter of Autumn and Spring
The last Chapter of Autumn and Spring! This is the bestiest conclusion I could come up with.
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Special thanks to HBomb for the beta he did for this chapter. Now if there are any mistakes… YOU CAN BLAME HIM! MWAHAHAHAHAHA! ... Thanks mate! XD
See first chapter for disclaimer. And I am not gunna copy out the whole chapter of Helms Deep from TTT.
Chapter four - A gift and curse
Night fell over the Rohirric camp. The moon rose in the sky, watches were set and far from the eyes and ears of the camp, an elf, quite young by the standards of his kind, but one who called himself old compared to his friends, stood basking in the light of the moon.
He sang for this night. In the common tongue the song translates to:
Oh beautiful ones of beautiful parents
Those who form words with voices.
Let thy hearts cry out to the corners of the world
May Ilúvatar have your souls?
A beautiful daughter from a beautiful mother
Her hair shone long and golden.
Her eyes green as the forest trees
She formed words with voices.
Oh Mirkwood oh Greenwood oh Mirkwood the great
Where our King sits wise and proud.
Oh Mirkwood oh Greenwood oh Mirkwood the great.
She who forms words with voices.
Her trees grow tall and their roots run deep
She sleeps as a beauty should.
Oh Mirkwood oh Greenwood oh Mirkwood the great.
My heart rests forever amongst your trees.
"Why do you sing such a song, my friend?" Aragorn asked.
"I shall miss Mirkwood," Legolas replied. "For I will no longer be welcome there." He sighed and looked at Aragorn, "but remember dear Estel, this is a choice I chose to make. Or rather, my heart chooses to make, as I appear to have no say on the matter. I love him."
Legolas draped his arms around Aragorn's shoulders and laid his head on his dear friend's shoulder.
"The trees of Mirkwood will always love you, Legolas," Aragorn whispered. "They shall forever remember Thranduil's youngest son. The Golden boy of Mirkwood, the pretty young Prince. And, of course, the most handsome Mirk in ten thousand years! In all the years Valar grants you, each day Gimli will be reminded how lucky he is, just by glancing at you. May he protect you, and may you protect each other. Quel marth Legolas."
Aragorn let go of Legolas and left him in the trees alone. He then watched Legolas, hidden in the darkness next to Mithrandir. They watched the young Prince sing one last time of Mirkwood.
"Gimli will come," Mithrandir whispered, "And finally the promise of Vardar can be revelled."
"I have heard the legend briefly," Aragorn replied. "Ilúvatar created the elves, but the impatient member of the Valar Aüle created the dwarves to save time. And furious Ilúvatar froze the dwarves and forbade them to wake until the elves came. For thousands of years Aüle and Ilúvatar argued, grudged and agonized one another and as a result Ilúvatar hated the Valar… and… and…"
Gandalf continued for the man; "And then the Lady Elbereth or "Vardar" the queen of the Valar, promised Aüle and Ilúvatar that some day she would make the elves and dwarves at peace. She promised to send the Queen of the trees and skies, and then the King of mountains and stone. The King of Autumn and the Queen of Spring. And they would love one another despite what would come, and form a bond which not even time could break. All of Mirkwood was shocked when Legolas was born a male, even Ilúvatar himself was. But Elbereth knows what Legolas has been through and will go through, she knows he is strong and gentle, that he is far from serious in anyway. He is quite a feminine male, but he is tough and stubborn and will never surrender."
"So… They were quite literally… born for each other?" questioned Aragon.
Gandalf nodded. "They are right together, as if they are the only possible answer to an equation." He smiled. "And they do make a rather sweet couple!" He chuckled.
"I wish them good luck," Aragorn whispered. "Their lives will be far from easy."
Mithrandir placed a comforting hand on Aragorn's shoulder.
As they saw Gimli approach the Mirk-elf, they slipped away to provide the lovers with complete privacy.
"Legolas," Gimli greeted. "We are both alive."
"I did notice that, my dear," Legolas welcomed. "And I keep the promises I make."
The elf turned to Gimli, "I want to give you something."
He reached over to his quiver and retrieved a diamond ring on a golden chain. Legolas linked the chain around Gimli's neck. Gimli read the 'Amin mela le' inside the golden alloy shape.
"It means 'I love you'. It belonged to my Mother years ago, it was her engagement ring from my Father. She placed it in my hands the day she died."
"Then I cannot accept it." Gimli protested.
"Please!" Legolas begged. "I do not remember her for I was too young. I was an infant of only a few weeks of age." Legolas looked up at the stars through the trees of Fangorn. "I sometimes hear her talking to me, telling me not to be afraid." He turned back to the dwarf.
"I know it sounds silly, and I do not know what that will do to your opinion of elves."
"It tells me that elves are sweet," Gimli retorted. "And it makes me feel sorry for you of course, but I know you are brave and motivated by so much." He leaned in and kissed Legolas gently. Legolas gripped Gimli and fell back, pulling his lover on top of him. Gimli smiled, feeling words would only ruin the moment. They kissed again, feeling away from anywhere away from the world. But Legolas pulled back, his eyes looking deep and lonely.
"Legolas… what is the matter?" Gimli asked. Legolas shook his head. He leaned in to kiss Gimli, but broke the kiss again.
"Gimli…" Legolas whispered, "How far would you go for me. What sacrifice would you make to be with me?"
"My love, I would die for you!" Gimli swore. "I would walk through the fires of Mount Doom and call it a small price to pay for your love."
"But Gimli, what are you sacrificing to be with me?" Legolas asked. "I am leaving my home, my daughter… I am going to die for you." Legolas broke into tears. Gimli cupped the beautiful face in his hands and kissed each tear off his lover's face.
"Do you have regrets, my dear?" He wondered. After a moments thought, Legolas shook his head. "Any sacrifice I must make, I swear I will make it without a single doubt… I love you, Legolas. And I almost love saying it as much as I do love you. And the rest of my life is not near enough time to spend with you. I promise I will treasure each moment with you, each second will be dear to me. And I will spend the rest of my life and beyond, with all my strength, loving you."
Legolas bit back more tears. "That was so… beautiful! Dannon le melamin. Or… well… Thank you, my love."
They kissed again. This time the kiss did not break, it held on, like the lovers had promised to do. Legolas sat up to pull his shirt over his head. Gimli grinned and ran his fingers over the pale hairless skin of the elf's chest. The dwarf stood up and began to remove his amour, when he finally removed his chainmail Legolas crawled over to lick and suck at a nipple. Gimli crushed his hands into Legolas' golden hair; he could feel the soft, white, elven hands caressing him.
He was already use to them, it was still strange, but he was use to them. It felt like he had had those hands on him for his whole life. He would not forget them, and never, would he get bored of them.
Legolas kissed down the dwarf to the buckle of his breeches. Gimli closed his eyes as he felt those long, slender fingers wrap around his member. He let out a low groan as he felt soft elven lips kiss him lightly.
"You are the victor of Helms Deep Gimli, despite it only being one orc. What do you wish me to do as a form of payment?"
"Do… Suck me please, it felt so good that night! Please!" Gimli was close to breathless, remembering the feeling of Legolas sucking him on that wondrous night.
"You liked that, did you?" Legolas teased. Gimli grabbed Legolas' head and pulled it back into the desired position. Gimli could not speak, but he nodded.
"My, my! You are eager for one so inexperienced in love. But with the fear of first time cast aside… well we can explore a little can we not. But we can discuss these things after your prize!" Legolas swallowed Gimli's length, with the same kisses and talented little licks he had used the night before. Except this time, the elf sucked harder. He pressed his tongue into the veins and made his work a prize to his lover.
When he was young, and even as he was older, from when he admitted to being attracted to men and from the few weeks that went by before he got his first lover, Legolas had always been told he was good at this. It had been described many times as his 'talent'. And with the small group of males who admitted their desires to each other in Mirkwood (hiding from the King and law obviously), and the more open males in Imadris, Legolas had become quite famous for it! He did wish that Gimli had been sucked before, so he could feel self proud of being better at it than another.
A thought struck him.
Gimli had admitted to being a virgin, but was sucking considered full on sex in dwarf culture? Technically it was not, he himself had been sucked many times by his female escorts before he felt ready to surrender himself.
Legolas released his lover, receiving a disappointed gasp.
"I have not finished Gimli; I just have a question to ask." He looked up into Gimli's eyes. "Have you been sucked before?"
Gimli sighed; he had not told Legolas the full truth. It was true that it was only practical for dwarves to sleep with their true mates or married partners. But most couples broke this rule in engagement, or when they were sure their relationship was love, and on very rare occasions, the romance was not love. Young dwarves, desperate to keep to tradition but being drowned by their urges, touched and fondled each other. They even attempted to unblock ear-wax! He had defiantly not bedded a male before, or a female. But when he was younger, he had touched a female. He remembered the girl gasping and moaning at the touch, it had felt strange and very wet. But it had never left him very hard. The girl touched him sometimes, and had actually once sucked him! As Legolas had done in Edoras and as he was doing now. But when the girl asked for sex, Gimli politely declined. Gimli locked eyes with Legolas and nodded.
"I have been tasted by a female before." He admitted. "And I touched her. But I swear I do not lie. I did not sleep with her. My darling Legolas, let me tell you now that you suck with a strange talent. It feels… better than it did before, although that may sound rude."
"Only to a girl that is not here," Legolas explained. "But 'tis only us here, all alone and free to make love however we please!" He turned to Gimli's member to resume his work, smiling a smug little grin as he did so. He tasted the sweet drops of seed leaking from his lover but pulled back before he released. Gimli groaned in disappointment but Legolas silenced him.
"I do not want this evening to be over so quickly, my love," He whispered. He laid Gimli down on the ground and swarmed him from head to toe. "Do you remember what we did in Edoras, my dear dwarf?"
"How can I forget that night? I shall always remember every minute of it," Gimli replied dreamily. He stroked the elf's long golden hair; it felt so soft and it calmed him just to stroke it.
"But that particular thing we did, that brought us to untold pleasure?"
Gimli nodded.
"I want you to do that to me!"
Gimli just laid there, not sure what to reply. He wanted to please Legolas, but did not want to hurt him. It had hurt quite a bit when Legolas had done it to him, but of course Legolas had done this sort of thing before many times.
"Why?" Gimli finally asked.
Legolas giggled, "Because it will feel wonderful!" His eyes met Gimli's and he read his thoughts through them. "Do not fear of hurting me, my love!" Legolas whispered, "Just do it and it will feel good. You will like it, I will love it!" Legolas laid down in the grass, he looked depraved, peaceful and beautiful.
Gimli sighed; he could not bring himself to deny Legolas. Legolas was convinced that it would be alright, and he did have more experience in the heat of a luxurious bed than Gimli.
Legolas spread his legs wide for his dwarf, exposing himself completely. Gimli reached down and pushed one finger into the little pink entrance. Legolas' breath hitched and he whimpered as the dwarf stretched him. Another finger was added, and they found his sweet spot!
"Uma! Valar, ai Gimli uma!" He called out. His back arched and he threw his hair back in an intensely erotic fashion. "Gimli! Gimli saes! I am ready, take me!" Legolas linked his legs around his lover's shoulders and placed his entrance at an appropriate height. Gimli slowly eased himself into the tight opening. It felt hot and tight… and absolute bliss. He moaned in ecstasy as he was sheathed inside his elf.
"Thrust Gimli!" Legolas gasped. Gimli snapped out of his mini-trance and began to thrust gently into his beloved elf. "Harder, Gimli! Go harder! Faster!" Legolas screamed. Gimli bit his bottom lip, but sensed everything would be alright. He thrust deeply inside Legolas, brushing against his sweet spot, making the elf moan and scream in ecstasy.
"Uma!" He shrieked, "Saes, Gimli, mela amin ta ikotane quel. Uma! Amin mela le!" Gimli had no words to say, but moaned and gasped at the intensity of the situation. He began thrusting wildly into the elf, confident that he would cause no pain, and if he did then Legolas would tell him. Legolas' hands reached up to tug and pinch his nipples, which added a whole new sensation to the situation.
"I…love you!" Gimli gasped.
"I love you too!" Legolas shouted. "Harder Gimmers!"
Gimli obeyed, thrusting as hard as he thought he possibly could, Legolas writing and screaming on the forest floor. Legolas threw his golden hair back, his back arched, and he screamed long and loud into the forest and the world, a passionate scream that echoed over all the corners of Middle Earth, despite the fact they had started the evening determined not to be discovered. White, hot liquid spurted from Legolas' member, squirting all over his stomach. Gimli took the member in his hand and milked it of every last drop. He licked it off his hand and not a second later climaxed into the hot, tight channel of his elf. He pulled out and collapsed atop his elf, gasping for breath. Legolas giggled and stroked the soft copper hair.
"Are you not tired, my love?" Gimli asked.
"I desire sleep," Legolas replied. "Come. Be my pillow and I shall be your blanket." He pulled Gimli off him and pressed the dwarf into the ground upon a bedroll he had left there before Gimli had met him in the trees. Before Gimli took in a second breath, Legolas grabbed the blanket and snuggled into Gimli's beard, wrapping the blanket around them both. He reached up, swarming the dwarf and laid a deep kiss upon his mouth. Gimli looked up into the elf's eyes. They were beautiful, peaceful and they sparkled like…
Wait! He looked at one eye, then the other. Then again. Why was- They were- What? How could he not have noticed that before?
Quickly realising what the dwarf had noticed, Legolas turned away and closed his eyes. But Gimli cupped his face and stared at him, waiting for the eyes to open again.
"How come I never noticed that before Legolas?" He asked.
"I keep it well hidden, it is rather embarrassing. I close my eyes during pleasure taking, and during the day, the light hides it well." Legolas looked up at the dwarf, his eyes open. One eye green… the other a turquoise blue! "That's why my eyes appear blue in the right light Gimmers. They also change colour sometimes, because I can do this thing…"
Legolas closed his eyes tight shut for ten seconds. When he opened them again… They were a light shade of purple!
"I've been able to do this for years. Do not ask me how I do it, for I have no answer to give you. At first I could only do it for a few seconds, but now I can keep it up for a couple of hours!"
Gimli sighed. "Your eyes are beautiful the way they are. Do not be ashamed. They light up your face, for your eyes will be noted, as they display enchanting beauty. So no-one has any need to note the colour of your eyes." Legolas smiled. He yet again kissed his lover.
"I will love you forever, Gimli," Legolas choked out when their kiss broke for the necessity of breathing. "When you pass beyond me, I will still love you. Your soul will reign forever in my heart. You will always be with me." Legolas' eyes rained silent tears, silent tears that were frightening in a way, and always more emotional than load, noisy sobs. "I will go where ever you will go, my love. And when you do… die," He bit his lip to allow himself a moment to regain his breath, "I will not be far behind."
"Oh Legolas do not…"
The elf laid a finger on Gimli's lips to silence him, "This is my choice."
He ran his fingers over the diamond ring round Gimli's neck, "I choose a mortal life." And with the words that he was not the first to speak, Legolas laid another kiss upon his lover before they fell into sleep. Legolas pressed against the chest of his beloved dwarf, his eyes open, deep and sparkling. Appearing a shade of turquoise in the moonlight. An elf should never die. An elf's life should end in the shores of the west, when he or she is tired of living. But never should an elf die an unnatural death.
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Aragorn saw Éomer running up to him.
"My lord, you must listen!" He hissed.
"What about?" Aragorn asked.
Éomer grabbed him and pulled him out of hearing range. "Those companions of yours, the elf and the dwarf." The horse lord whispered. Aragorn nodded. "I saw Legolas going into the trees a while ago and then a short while after Gimli went in as well. After a while I heard some shrieks with a few elvish words. So I went through the trees to investigate and I…"
A look of pure disgust came over Éomer's face. "They were… doing things to each other!"
Aragorn sighed. Growing up in Rivendale, where no-one was ashamed to express their desires, he had been taught about how it was not a choice, and how natural it was. And also how men and dwarves hated it.
"They are lovers, Éomer." Aragorn said.
"Why!? It is disgusting and wrong!" Éomer replied.
"But Éomer, they are not just bed-fellows. They are in love. Legolas has never looked upon a woman with an eye of favor. Please, let them be." Éomer looked down, his face flushed red with fury. "What did you think of them before you saw them?" Aragorn asked.
"I thought they were honorable and brave. But now it appears that they…"
"Are exactly the same people as before." Aragorn looked at Éomer with eyes ordering him to be tolerant. "Keep what you have seen quiet, Éomer. For the sake of the warriors you have learnt to love. I beg of you, with the begging of my dear friends that I love."
"But it is vile!" Éomer scowled. How could this lord be so casual about it?
"But they are people. And they are in love. Leave them be, my dear Éomer, for this union will bring good will to Middle Earth." With that, Aragorn left. Éomer made a face. How could something this wrong bring good will? But something told him to listen to Aragorn, as the man was wise and had helped Rohan and intended to help Rohan some more. So did the elf and the dwarf.
The lovers as different as Autumn and Spring slept together in the trees. The dwarf snoring lightly and the elf singing in his sleep. If you listened with the right ears, then the sound would appear beautiful. For the sound was a sign, that the elves and the dwarves would soon be at peace.
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A pregnant elf maiden stood on her balcony watching over the world: The world beyond Mirkwood. Out there somewhere was the one she loved! She rubbed her swollen belly gently and smiled at the horizon. "Stay safe my love! One day you will come for me, and I will wait till then. That is when you will see your child, but I hope you come before then, I do not want our child to be a bastard. But I know you will love our babe regardless. And I will love you more than I do now, if only t'wer possible. I will wait for you."
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Of this one there should be a TBC but I'm gunna put that on the bottom of this page instead.
This is the end of story one of My Axe and Bow series of stories.
TBC.
We'll wasn't that sweet. Special thanks to HappyCabbage, Almas muse, Benjamin half-a-chance, HBomb and although we have never met or have had any contact, Oakenshield and Theresa Green. Thanks for being an inspiration, 'cos that rocks!
Note: I got the story about why elves and dwarves hate each other out of The magical worlds of The Lord of the Rings. The bit about the King of Autumn and the Queen of Spring I made up, but Legolas and Gimli were declared Ilúvatar's plan.
