Title: Good Advice 
Author: Rage 
Email:dracorules22@yahoo.com 
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli 
Rating: R(just to be sure)
Summary: Legolas has found his true love and does not know how to go 
about revealing it, and receives a little help from his friends. 
Disclaimer: Love the Hobbits. Not mine. Love the Men, Elves, and 
Dwarves. Not mine. In fact, none of these ideas are mine, I do not own the 
rights to any of them. They’re all Tolkien’s, which is good ‘cause his work 
rules! 
Authors Note: Feedback is a good thing, as long as it’s not bad (just 
kidding!)
 
It was a beautiful evening in Lorien. After the long journey and all of the 
unfortunate events that had preceded their stay there, the Fellowship was 
eager for a chance to rest, as well as an opportunity to take in the wonder 
of the forest.

After the initial reservations between the travelers and inhabitants had 
subsided, everyone seemed to be taking full advantage of the opportunity 
to stay in that breathtaking place. The men were resting, and the Hobbits 
were so enraptured with the Elves there that they could hardly contain 
their wonderment. And Legolas, well, he felt as if he was in a home very 
far away from home.

As Legolas and Aragorn (who had seemed to have taken all the rest he 
needed) walked through the dark forest, they remained silent, just drinking 
in the atmosphere it contained. 

Legolas looked up at the night sky as he moved. Barely visible between 
the tall trees, the stars were twinkling prettily in the blanket of the black 
sky. His keen eyesight danced over the leaves of the graceful trees and 
observed the way the moonlight cast a silvery glow upon them. He could 
hear the soft movements of the Lorien elves, which even Aragorn could 
not hear. The smell of the green paradise was intoxicating, and the feel of 
the soft earth beneath his feet comforted him.

Legolas sighed. He really did need some comforting at the moment.
The only part of this night that was not perfect was the heaviness he felt in 
his own heart. For an Elf to be so light and feel so heavy was just not 
right. 

"Legolas?"

Legolas was startled and gave a barely noticeable little jump. This was 
also very unusual for an Elf, as they usually sensed things before they 
happened. Legolas must have been very distracted indeed, to not be aware 
of the clumsy footsteps of a Man, even if that Man was Aragorn.

"Yes?" said Legolas, trying to sound as normal as possible. He had a 
feeling he did not succeed.

Aragorn did not look at Legolas as he answered him, as he seemed also to 
be very interested in viewing the landscape as they walked. This made 
Legolas a little more comfortable and feel a lot less vulnerable.

"What has been bothering you this night? And for many nights past for 
that matter?" said Aragorn.

Legolas thought for a moment that he should go on concealing his feelings 
from Aragorn, but he finally decided that telling him would do no harm. 
Aragorn was extremely open-minded, understanding, and trustworthy, 
unlike many of the other Men he had known. This included the other one 
that remained in the Fellowship.

Before Legolas could reply, however, Aragorn said,"It is Gimli isn’t it? 
You have feelings for him."

Legolas stopped moving immediately. How did Aragorn know?

"You’re probably wondering how I knew?" said Aragorn with a smile. 

"Even for an Elf, you wear your heart on your sleeve."

Legolas began to walk once more. "Do you think Gimli knows then?" he 
said. 

Aragorn laughed softly. "He may not have the ears of a fox, but he does 
possess all the obliviousness of a Man." Then he shook his head. "No, I 
don’t think that he has guessed, but I do think that you should enlighten 
him as soon as elvenly possible."

Legolas and Aragorn came to a small clearing in the trees, and both 
silently agreed to sit down inside it. They leaned against two trees at the 
edge, and the trees seemed to lean into them to provide more comfort.
Legolas pulled up his knees and leaned his head upon them. In this 
position, his silky blonde hair fell almost to his feet. He did not do this on 
account of tiredness, Elves did not get tired, but it seemed a fitting thing to 
do.

Aragorn adopted a more relaxed posture, and stretched out his long legs. 

As he stretched, a few of his joints crackled in the process. He laughed.

"Listen to my aging body! I truly am getting older then. I just do not know 
what Arwen sees in me," he said in jest.

"It is I who is old, Aragorn,"said Legolas. "You have waited a second of 
your lifetime to find your true love compared to the time I have waited for 
mine. Now I have found him, and I am unsure as what to do. I don’t want 
to make foolish mistakes."

Aragorn sat up and leaned in towards Legolas, and laid a comforting hand 
on his shoulder. "So tell him then, and I am sure that you will not be 
disappointed," he said. "You are so beautiful Legolas, that no one could 
turn you down."

The corners of Legolas’ lips turned upwards slightly. "Are you saying that 
you would be after me yourself, Aragorn?"

Aragorn’s eyes were lifted dramatically to the heavens. "Oh, if only I were 
to be so lucky,"he said. Then he offered Legolas a real smile. "I think that 
you and Gimli belong together somehow, it is only natural to take the next 
step."

At that very moment, a soft white glow began to steadily illuminate the 
clearing. Both Aragorn and Legolas did not have to wonder what this was, 
as they had both sensed her arrival. 

The Lady Galadriel entered through the trees then, and the travelers stood 
and lowered their eyes from her intense beauty. A knowing look that 
seemed to be ever present in her eyes was cast upon Legolas.

"Aragorn is very insightful, Legolas of Mirkwood," she said, in that 
compelling tone she possessed. "You would do well to listen to such a 
good friend."

Legolas looked at Aragorn, and said very meaningfully, "Yes, my Lady. 
He is that."

Galadriel spoke again. "Allow me to be an additional voice of reason, and 
say this. I see all. The time is right for you to disclose your feelings to the 
charming Dwarf. If you will doubt Aragorn, will you also doubt me?" she 
asked.

Legolas quickly raised his eyes to meet her gaze. "No, my Lady! For how 
could you be wrong?" Legolas’ face had tuned a little pink, a look that was 
very becoming to him.

"It’s just that...you both have given me reason to hope," he finished.

"Then go to him," said Galadriel. "If you could only see yourself in his 
dreams, as I do, they would melt your heart, and set fire to your mind."

* * *

Legolas departed from Aragorn and Galadriel in great haste, very eager 
with a new sense of purpose. His heart no longer felt as heavy, it only beat 
faster with anticipation.

Legolas was old, very old compared to the others in the Fellowship, but 
nothing in his long years had prepared him for the biggest moment of his 
life. 

How to tell Gimli that he loved him? Legolas had yet to decide on this. 
They had become so close after all that had happened in Moria. Gimli may 
have appeared to others as a fierce and unafraid warrior, but he was a very 
emotional being on the inside. This was a side of himself that Gimli had 
shared with Legolas, and Legolas was grateful that he was the recipient of 
all that trust and candor, and no one else.

Legolas could not say when his feelings for Gimli had turned to love, but 
he knew he could not deny them, nor did he wish to. Gimli was everything 
he wanted in an intimate companion: he was protective, sensitive at times, 
and the masculine way that he looked made Legolas’ heart quicken once 
more at the very thought.

His journey back to the clearing where the Fellowship slept had suddenly 
seemed too short. Legolas felt shy and a little scared, and quickly 
chastised himself for entertaining such childish emotions.

He discovered Gimli laying asleep somewhat at a distance from the 
Hobbits, who were all piled closely together and tended to be very restless 
in their sleep. His eyes lingered on the protective arm that was extended 
over Frodo by Sam, and sighed. He knew that their feelings for each other 
had only surfaced on the journey as well, and he hoped his love for Gimli 
was as well received as that.

Enough waiting, thought Legolas. He paused for one moment more, taking 
in the sight of his beloved’s sleeping form. Gimli’s long, reddish hair was 
draped beautifully over his back, which was rising and falling with each 
breath as he slept.

Legolas took in a deep breath of his own, and walked lightly over to where 
Gimli slept. Legolas bent down and tapped his shoulder with a slender 
finger...

"What? What? Is something the matter? Is...oh, it is you Legolas! Is 
something wrong?"he said, quite loudly indeed.

"Sssssh," said Legolas. "Nothing is wrong, and you’ll wake the others..."

"Legolas?" asked a small, groggy voice that came from the pile of 
sleeping Hobbits. It was Pippin. "What’s going on?"

Legolas sighed and put a hand to his forehead and thought, this is not 
going as I had hoped.

"It is okay, little one," he tried to say calmly. "There could be nothing 
wrong in this beautiful place. I was only wanting to speak to Gimli, so it is 
all right, go back to sleep."

Thank goodness for the sleepiness of Hobbits, thought Legolas, as Pippin 
had already drifted back into sleep before he had finished speaking.
Gimli had already settled down by this time. " I feel quite foolish for 
thinking something was wrong so quickly," he said. "I should know that 
the Beautiful Lady would not let any harm come to us."

Legolas’ spirit faltered just a little. Perhaps Gimli was only interested in 
beautiful ladies and not in him.He did not realize that his dismay showed 
on his face.

Then Gimli said, "You will notice, Legolas, that I said she was a beautiful 
lady, and not the most beautiful Elf of all. That position is already 
occupied," he finished in a low voice.

Legolas’ tapered ears perked up a little at this, and he flashed a brilliant 
smile before he could contain himself. He also suddenly felt a little braver. 
There was hope.

"Would you like to accompany me on a walk down to the stream, Gimli?" 

Legolas asked a little shyly, and he looked down at his feet. When he 
looked up again, he discovered that Gimli had already begun the journey 
down to the stream. Apparently, he did not need to be asked twice.
Legolas was about to follow him, when Gimli stopped, turned around, and 
held a hand out to the Elf.

"Are you coming laddie? Or do I have to come and get you?" Gimli 
finished with a wink.

Legolas quickly joined his beloved, and they began their walk down to the 
stream. As they neared it, Gimli said, "I was afraid you weren’t going to 
find the courage to approach me."

Legolas was surprised. He obviously did not have to hide his feelings 
anymore, and he apparently did not do a good job of this in the first place.

"How did you know, Gimli? Aragorn said that you had no idea of my 
feelings for you," he said.

They had reached the stream.

"Aragorn thinks he knows too much, my dear Legolas," said Gimli. He 
added a little gruffly, "How could we have shared so much and not feel 
this way?" He raised his eyebrows in an answer to his own question.
Legolas turned to Gimli, and they were both bathed in moonlight. "Feel 
what way?" asked Legolas, very slyly indeed.

"Oh no," Gimli laughed, pulling Legolas closer to himself, and looking up 
into the beautiful Elven face before him. "You’re not going to get out of 
telling me yourself, my lovely Legolas."

"All right then, "Legolas said simply. "I love you more than anything that 
I have ever laid eyes on. More than the trees, the sun, the moon, or the 
stars. You are all these things to me, Gimli." Legolas meant these words 
with all his heart.

"It is I who is the fortunate one, "said Gimli, in a low, gravelly voice. 
"My greatest and only pleasure is to look upon your shining hair and your 
beautiful body. I don’t think that I even have the words to describe how 
beautiful you are to me, my Legolas. I love you, as well." He laughed 
softly then. "How is it that you do not wish to be with one of the other 
beautiful Elves, as you could have your choice of any. Here I am, all hairy 
and of not much height."

It was Legolas’ turn to laugh, but only to put Gimli’s hidden and 
unfounded fears to rest. "I do not wish to share my bed with someone who 
looks just like me! That would be quite distasteful, I think." he said. "No, I 
would much rather be with you, my love. And as for your height," 
continued Legolas with a smirk, "it is almost the right one for certain 
pleasant...activities."

Gimli moved closer to Legolas then, and Legolas quickly closed the 
remaining gap between them. Legolas gently bent down towards him and 
their lips lightly touched. Their kiss gradually became more passionate, as 
their fingers became entwined in each other’s flowing hair. Gimli’s hand 
slowly moved down towards the hips of Legolas, and lightly brushed the 
hardness that was growing near the location. Legolas moaned. He could 
not bear it anymore, and he pulled Gimli down to the ground with him in 
one long, slow movement.

The things that Legolas and Gimli did with each other said much more 
that any more words could have done. As Legolas was consumed by his 
own passion, he silently thanked his friends for giving him the advice he 
needed. 

The two new lovers grasped hands and filled the air with soft cries as the 
sky began to glow with the faint beginnings of sunrise.