Title: Of Mountains And Trees
Author: Edward Uwnhai Silverfang (Eddie_Uwnhai@Yahoo.com)
Pairing: Legolas and Gimli of course
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Gimli and Legolas come to an understanding and then intensify 
it.
Disclaimer: Not mine, although I sure as hell wish it were.
Warning: Well its slash, and there is sex between two different species…. 
Hmmm let me think on this…
Authoress Note: This answer to the Library of Moria challenge of a 
Legolas Gimli slash fic. It was originaly supposed to be a one go thing, but 
I think I’m going to add more chapters, depends on the responses I get. 
Also there was a P.O.V. change in the story and if you see any mistakes 
then PLEASE do tell me.
 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 
I never wanted to come in here, I would have never said nay to any of the 
directions we could have chosen but this one, this one place I fear above 
all the others, the Mines Of Moria. But it is to late to object, I’m here right 
now, in Gimli’s cave, and we find a tomb for his cousin and all the 
dwarves who were working here with Balin, instead of the mine it was 
supposed to be.
 
After only a few hours I feel the oppression of the darkness and dank 
smell of the air around me. The stillness and quiet was unnerving and I 
knew I would not be able to last this with the rest of them, I had told them 
I did not want to enter, but I did any ways. What fool am I? I of the 
woodland realm of elves should have known I could not stand this.
 
I had put myself on first watch our first night there, if it’s night at all, the 
only light we had was Gandalf’s staff and torches we lit, oh but I had 
needed fresh air, and trees above my head with the stars shining down 
through the canopy with grass and dirt under my body. I knew I could not 
do this, my skin was all sweaty and sticky, and I knew I was losing the 
battle for control.
 
I had known I would become a burden for the fellowship before we made 
it out of there, I could feel the darkness at work in my head, and I was 
quickly losing my senses, what could I do though? But wait and see? I had 
let my head fall back and it hit the wall hard, I winced, but that was the 
only sign that I had even felt any thing.
 
“Legolas?” I heard Gimli’s rough baritone as he walked over to me. 
 
“What is it?” I asked in reply. 
 
“What is wrong with you, are you alright?” He asked.
 
“Yes, of course I am. What are you doing up, its your turn to sleep.”
 
“You have been out of sorts lately, and I was wondering if it was the 
gloom of the cave doing this to you, or if it was something else entirely.”
 
“Since when has my health and welfare been any of your concern?” I had 
asked sharply.
 
It took a moment for Gimli to reply, “Since I started to care for you, and 
you started to worry me.” He answered.
 
Me eyebrows rose at that, “Since you started to care for me? So are you 
telling me that a poor little old elf is worth care? And I do not need some 
dwarf”, this was said with no amount of affection in sight, “bothering me 
with their concern, I am fine.”
 
Gimli had blustered about a moment before deciding that I was trying to 
hurt him to keep him off the right track, which was probably that the cave 
really was getting to me. “Legolas, please. Listen to yourself, not even at 
the council when we met did your words hurt this much, talk to me, 
please.”
 
I hunched down and pulled his knees up to my chest and my put head 
between them, wrapping my arms around the limbs and rocking back and 
forth.
 
Gimli was immediately worried. He reached foreword and touched a 
hesitant hand on my shoulder, squeezing gently when he received no 
resistance to his touch. “Come now, Master Elf, talk to me will you?”
 
“I need the openness the woods provide me, I need the light that the stars 
provide in the darkness, I need the gentle caress of the flowers and grass 
when I lay down to rest, and I cave gives me none of this. I die, slowly 
inside while we are in this place, and my mind is losing its focus, its 
ground that I use to keep me sane.”
 
Gimli had though for a moment, ‘So you need a distraction to help you 
make it though this place.’ He thought to himself, “You stupid elf, I might 
of known of the weakness of your kind. Not even in this place for a day 
and you are already going insane.” He sneered.
 
I had bristled at the dwarf, seething in my rage I didn’t think before I 
reacted, punching the dwarf squarely in his big nose. “Don’t you ever say 
any thing like that again if you want to live.” I hissed. Standing up I made 
my way to a different part of the camp and sat there basking in my anger.
 
Gimli rubbed his nose, but had to smirk at his ingeniousness, either way it 
had worked, I was now thinking upon how to kill the poor dwarf instead 
of my surroundings, or lack thereof. 
 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 
They were just entering the forest of Lothlorien when he looked up at the 
elf, who was looking right back down at him; and strangely too. 
 
“What is it elf?” He asked gruffly.
 
Legolas shook his head, stared a few minutes longer then looked away.
 
Gimli grumped to himself a bit longer.
 
After a bit of trouble with the March warden they were allowed entry into 
Lorien and Gimli watched about at the talon assigned to the fellowship, 
that was where he had first seen Legolas taking off into the trees.
 
He did that every night, and sometimes he wouldn’t return till late the next 
day, it was one of those very same nights that Gimli stood and followed 
the elf as silently as he could into the surrounding forest.
 
After a good hour of following, Legolas stopped in a clearing with trees 
and bushes both and a small trickle of a river hiding it from prying eyes, 
the elf turned back the way he came and stood watching the path, I had 
hidden my self behind some low shrub while he did this.
 
“Gimli, why don’t you join me, instead of creeping around like a thief in 
the night.” The elf said as he lifted his eyes to the stars.
 
I contemplated pretending he was wrong, and then thought better of it. I 
dragged myself out and wiped my breeches off, before stomping into the 
clearing. “Is this where you go every night?”
 
“No, master dwarf, it is not. But yet it is, one of my favorites. Tell me, 
Gimli, why hath you followed me this evening?” The elf whispered, but in 
the silence that was surrounding us, it could very well have been a shout.
 
“I was curious of who or what it was that kept you away from the 
company so often.”
 
“Is your curiosity abated, friend dwarf?” The elf asked.
 
I think about that one for a bit, yes the question of where he went was 
answered, but there were so many other things from which Gimli could 
chose to ask yet. “No, why do you come here?”
 
“To get the peace I crave.” Was the instant reply.
 
I thought a bit more, then “Would you mind company then?” I asked.
 
“No, join me friend dwarf, sit and drink your fill of the water, it is good.” 
He says.
 
I do just that, “Is you curiosity appeased yet?” He asked again.
 
“No.” But I leave it at that.
 
We sit there and the night passes in silence, as the sun started to rise, 
Legolas stood up, “Let us be off.” He said. I nod and follow.
 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 
Every night since then, Legolas has stopped next to my bed role and 
waited for me to join him, the we would spend the night in silence or 
talking about our homes, what we feel about the fellowship and many 
other things.
 
One night, Legolas asked me to sing a song for him. I was tempted to 
decline, thinking my voice could not match his, but I thought better of it 
once more, he wouldn’t of asked me to just scorn me, Legolas was not like 
that.
 
So I start up, during the song, Legolas kept his eyes on me, the emotion 
flickering through them were unknown to me, but frightened and excited 
me at the same time. As I rapped it up, he smiled just slightly, his fingers 
reached out and passed over my check in a whisper of what I wanted.
 
His smile disappeared and he leaned just slightly in moving his face just 
inches from mine, and then his lips are on mine. Our eyes stay locked for 
just a moment, then he pressed forward harder, and his tongue was passing 
the crease of my own, I did not even think of declining.
 
His tongue sweeps into me, feeling and claiming, conquering me and 
leaving me gasping as he left. As he pulled away I saw his eyes dark with 
want, and his breath was just a bit harsher.
 
“I was afraid.” He whispered to me.
 
“Of what?”
 
“That you would not want me, that you would hate me for kissing you.”
 
I was dumb struck, how could this mean so much to an elf? I was the one 
who should have been worried, the one who was, I realize. 
 
“Gimli,” He started, “I want you, need you.” With a bit of hesitation, 
“Love you.”
 
I nod, and lean towards him, “I love you too.” And then I claim his lips 
again, this time he pushes me back to where he was laying over my body, 
his lithe hands exploring. He starts to remove my clothing, and I lay back 
and watch him as he does this.
 
The frustration over a tie I can clearly see displayed, as well as the awe 
that crosses as his hands shift through the hair covering my chest. He leans 
down and nuzzles against my chest, before flicking his tongue over one of 
my nipples.
 
I gasp and arch into the touch and I can practically hear him smile, before 
he nips down lightly. I moan and a fire races through my body, bursting in 
my chest and groin. Then he is up, kissing my lips again, and I give as 
with the same fervor he did, claiming him just as he was claiming me.
 
Then I started to ‘help’ him out of his clothing, practically ripping it off 
his pale lithe body, but he soon takes control again, and pushed me back 
down to the grass where he pulled my breeches down and off with my 
boots, then standing and removing his own and giving me only a second to 
see his fully naked body before he is covering me once more.
 
He runs his hands down to my thighs, then back up again, “We are going 
to need something to lubricate with.” He whispers huskily in my ear. I nod 
and reach for my pants fishing in it for a bit I pull out a small container 
and hand it over, “I use it on my axe.” I explain.
 
“It’ll do.” He says while opening it and smearing it over his fingers then 
moving the coated fingers between my legs to my buttocks and circling 
the out side well before pushing a single finger in to the knuckle. He 
moves it around in me for a good two minutes before he is able to add 
another, and sweat was forming on my brow, it was obvious to the elf, that 
this was my first time in a long time or altogether.
 
Then another bit of time, though not as long, before a third is added, and 
then a forth for cautions sake. Then his fingers are gone altogether and he 
is positioning him self above me, “Ready love?” He asked. I give a sharp 
nod of my head and hold my breath. “No, breathe.” He says, then slowly 
pushes into me.
 
I gasp and wince, trying to move away, but he stops me, “It’ll get better 
love.” He said then tried to prove it by stroking my withered sex. I lie 
down and try to relax, and soon he is sheathed completely, he stops there 
to let me get used to the intrusion. After a few moments he moves his 
pelvis back slowly, then pushes it back into me, making sharp jabs in and 
out.
 
By this time I was wondering if it would get better, but his hands moved to 
my hips where he tipped my pelvis forward and he hit something inside 
me, I gasped and jerked, I could hear him laughing again, “See, love?” He 
said.
 
After another few minutes, I find my self pushing up to meet his thrust, 
which were becoming erratic and fast then I could feel him stiffening and 
a burst of warmth filled my body, I gasped realizing it was his seed, and 
his hand finds my erection which he pumps till I release. Colors flew by in 
my mind, and every thing had become hazy. I feel his body fall down onto 
mine as if from a different place, and I just bask in that content satiated 
feeling.
 
I feel him move out of me, and I wince slightly, he lies down next to me 
and wraps me in his arms, after a while he reaches into his pack and pulls 
out a blanket, which he throws over our bodies, and I curl up into him and 
sleep.
 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 
It was still early morning when I woke up to the light laughter of elves, but 
there was more than one of them. I felt my bed partner look up and I saw 
him smile then drop his head back to my chest, “We have a personal 
morning wake up, love.” He says to me.
 
So I look up and see three elves, Haldir, Rumil, and Orophin. “Good 
morning, friends.” The first drawled annoyingly cheerfully. I rise up a 
hand in solute then drop it back to the forest floor. “Were not ready.” 
Legolas mumbled, pulling me closer to his body.
 
“But I’m absolutely sure you would not want every elf in Lorien knowing 
what the two of you did last night, and me and my brothers know very 
well how to keep our mouths shut, Its other guardians you might have to 
worry about. Now up you two.” He says, and in doing so he pulls the 
blanket off our naked bodies, Legolas grumbles a little at the interruption 
to his sleep but sits up in an alarmingly seductive manner.
 
His legs were splayed open at the thigh, and at his knees then started to 
come back in, I gulped and he yawned, next thing I know, our clothes 
were being thrown onto us. “Up and dress you two.” Haldir scolds, 
Legolas just takes the clothes and looks at them in wonderment, and I 
know he’s really tired.
 
I laugh heartily and do as told, dressing again, and soon Legolas gets the 
idea and starts. “Much better, now if you will follow me, we’ll walk you 
back to your company.” Haldir says, the three elves walk ahead of my elf 
and me so I just take his hand in mine, “We really should think about a 
bath before we see the others.” I say. Legolas nods in agreement.
 
“Haldir!” Legolas called ahead of us. The March Warden turned back to 
us with a small smile, “Yes?” He asked. “Can you take us somewhere to 
bathe first?” Legolas asked. “Yes, of course!” Haldir called back. The 
three snickered ahead of us, but did as told, leading us to a small glade 
filled with a small pond of hot water.
 
“Its dor duin, so be careful.” Haldir warned. We nodded our heads and 
quickly disrobed and stepped into the water, submerging ourselves and 
relaxing against the side, letting the aches of the past ease from our weary 
bodies. Legolas soon started to drift off and that was when I took the 
initiative to help clean his body and then push him out of the water.
 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 
“Get dressed, love.” Gimli spoke calmly in one delicately upturned ear. 
Legolas moaned and turned his head towards Gimli’s mouth for more 
contact. Gimli chuckled, “Yes, you do look enticing, but I’m not about to 
ravage you when we have three watchers, now up you silly elf.”
 
Legolas smiled sheepishly up at his lover, but soon was up on his feet 
pulling his breeches up over his hips and pulling his tunic down over his 
head, Gimli the same. Their watchers came out of the shadows and led 
them on back to the rest of the fellowship, where Legolas promptly threw 
himself to the floor with a loud groan.
 
Gimli joined him on the floor, pulling the elf’s head and part of his body 
over his own and pulling his bedroll under his head. Legolas mumbled 
rearranged himself and settled down. A few moments later, he raised his 
head up, hair wet and mussed, eyes bleary and red, and reached out for his 
baggage taking out a small blanket and covering himself and his lover up, 
settling down one last time.
 
The others looked up at the three elves in the doorway, questions on their 
faces. Haldir and his brothers smirked, “They had a tryst in the forest, we 
led them back personally to make sure they didn’t again, but they did seem 
very tired, must have had a busy night.” Haldir said, walking away with 
his brothers.
 
The fellowship then proceeded to look at each other, blink a few happy 
times, then smile, “Took them long enough.” Pippin announced jovially. 
“Damned long enough,” Boromir said smiling down at the hobbits, “We 
knew they would end up lovers or killing each other.” They all laughed 
and went on with their daily activities.
 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 
Legolas woke first, but slowly and more content than he had ever been 
before. He smiled groggily and snuggled up to the firm warmth next to 
him, then sighed happily. After several minutes in this state of bliss he 
became more aware of his surroundings, Gimli, his lover under him and 
the other fellowship members in their various states of disorder in sleep.
 
He smiled at the sight of the hobbits curled up together, and the men 
sleeping next to the door as if to ward off some unknown attacker. Then 
he looked down at his bearded companion, and that put a bright smile to 
his pink lips and a fair blush to his cheeks as he remembered the events 
from going and returning the night before.
 
Gimli woke to all the elf’s movements and looked upon his elvin lover 
with a half smile, “Mind holding still? Blankets are not supposed to 
move.” He said with conviction. Legolas frowned at that. “But I’m not a 
blanket, you just have me draped over you.”
 
Gimli chuckled to himself, shaking his head, “Then off me, elf!” He said 
merrily. Legolas smirked down at him, “What if I don’t want to?” He 
asked evilly, with a certain glint in his eyes. “You sure you want to do this 
with such a large audience?” He asked right back.
 
After a few seconds of observation he looked back at his dwarf, “Your 
right. Lets go.” He said getting up. Gimli chuckled once more, excepting 
the offer of a hand up from Legolas. The two made their way out of the 
clearing and into the surrounding forest, “It’s a beautiful day, is it not?” 
Legolas asked. “That it is.” Was the response, “We leave in a few days, do 
we not?” Gimli inquired. “Yes.” Legolas answered immediately. Gimli 
sighed long and hard, “It is not a day I look forward to, but a day that must 
come nonetheless.” “That it is.” Legolas whispered, “That it is.”
 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 
dor duin - earth river, or water carrying elements of the earth (in this case, 
sulfur. Poison to drink.)