Title: The Aftermath  
Author: Megan Baggins (megan_baggins@hotmail.com)  
Pairing(s): Legolas/Gimli  
Rating: NC-17  
Summary: Gimli needs to tell Legolas of his love and desires.  But he is 
shy...will Legolas reject him?  
Disclaimer: None of the characters/places/names are mine, they belong to 
Tolkien, not me, by any measure, and I make no profit from using them.  
Authors Note: This does not follow the LOTR timeline. Submitted for 
Legolas/Gimli challenge.  
PLEASE, please, send feedback, at any time, no matter how old the story 
is, cause I am anxious to see how everyone likes it!  
 
 
This particular night, the stars seemed to shine unusually bright as Legolas 
leisurely made his way along the path near Hobbiton.  He glanced up to 
look at the shimmering rays of moonlight striking the dimly lit 
surroundings.  The moon was suspended in the sky, offering its ray as a 
shining beacon of hope even in the dull blackness of the night.  It is over, 
he thought to himself, relieved, and yet, a little saddened at the loss of one 
of his Elfish companions.  After the battle was fought and won, there was 
naught left to do but return to their homes.  And for Legolas to return to 
Mirkwood to recount tales and partake in celebrations. Everyone else was 
over at old Bilbo Baggins' settling down after a weeklong battle near 
Moria.  
 
As Legolas strolled lazily, he heard a noise.  Cocking his head to the side, 
he noticed the faint rustling of leaves.  He turned to see two small Hobbits 
rapidly approaching, as quickly as their short legs could bring them.  
Sliding to an abrupt stop, their chests heaving, and breath ragged, the two 
leaned forward, hands resting on their knees.  "Legolas, we've found you.  
We've been looking all over.  Why are you not at the house?" asked Frodo 
Baggins, in a thin, boyish voice.  
 
Pippin, as always, was extremely excited and had a look of mischievous 
delight on his face, the words tumbling out one after the other in his haste 
to speak.  
 
"No mind," said Pippin, waving off the previous question, with an 
impatient flick of his hand, standing up proudly, his chest puffing out. 
"We have orders to deliver one Legolas Greenleaf to the Oaken tree south 
of Bag End."  
 
Legolas looked inquiringly from one to the other.  "Oh, and by whose 
orders?" he queried slyly, his eyebrow arched, a slight grin on his face.  
 
Pippin spoke up again, "By the orders of, uh, a friend, yes, a dear friend, in 
fact...."  
 
"Pippin -- shut up!" cried Frodo whilst impeding his cousin with a hand 
over the mouth, hopping from one foot to the other.  "It's a surprise, 
remember," he whispered, nudging his cousin.  Legolas, always of a 
suspicious nature, felt his curiosity pique at the mention of a surprise and 
against his better judgment, decided to follow the Hobbits.  
 
"Very well then", replied Legolas, straightening up and waving his hand.  
"Lead on.  I trust two Hobbits and if they say it is friendly means, well 
then, friendly means it is."  Legolas was lead by the hands of two wee 
Hobbits down to the Oaken tree, when they stopped short.  Legolas stood, 
surveying the surroundings, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.  
 
"Ok, here we are then. There's but one last request " explained Frodo 
drawing the folded up material from his pocket, holding it out hesitantly.  
"You must put this on."  
 
Legolas just stared at his small friend, his eyes flashing.  He let his gaze 
slowly fall down to the blindfold, clutched in his small hand, before 
raising his gaze back up.  He whispered through clenched teeth. "Are you 
mad? No, absolutely not.  Do you think me a fool?"  
 
Quickly Frodo strove to reassure the Prince.  "No, no, Legolas you are our 
dear friend and protector.  We would never dream of harming you.  But, 
but there is someone..." stammered the little Hobbit, "... also a valued 
friend, who wants to have a word with you, but is shy.  Very shy and he 
has asked us this small favor."  Frodo's words rang with sincerity.  
 
"Very very shy" added Pippin, bursting with laughter, the devils own 
merriment dancing in his eyes.  
 
Hearing a faint rustling in the bushes behind him, Legolas turned, raising 
his hand to his quiver of arrows.  His voice rang out loudly.  "Who's 
there?  And for what reason do you ask for me?"  
 
"Havo dad, Legolas. Please."  The soft voice was barely audible even to 
the trained ear of the Elf.  Hesitantly the voice continued, "I must speak 
with you, it is of great importance to me, but I do not wish to reveal 
myself just yet, for fear of dismissal or reprisal.  I promise you, Mellon, I 
am friend, not foe, and wish nothing but friendly conversation.  On this 
you have my word."  
 
Legolas, unsure of the speaker's identity, turned questioning eyes to the 
two small Hobbits.  He trusted the young ones after all they had endured 
together.  Their bond was cemented in a deep trust and friendship; he 
trusted them with his life.  Nodding once, and straightening his shoulders, 
Legolas turned back to the two.  Pippin squealed with delight and gently 
guided Legolas down to the ground, pressing him into a kneel at the base 
of the Oaken tree.  Once the Prince was in place, the Hobbit gently placed 
the blindfold over his eyes and moved back towards the quiet Frodo.  
 
"Can you see us, then?"  Pippin asked, jumping up and down and waving 
his hands in front of Legolas, giggling gleefully.  Pippin continued with 
his boyish antics, jumping around and making faces, taunting the Elf.  
"Woo-hoo, Legolas, can you see us?" Turning to grin at Frodo, Pippin 
stuck out his tongue and giggled.  
 
"No, I cannot, you little imp, and I feel a little foolish" growled the Elf. 
Aware of the faint stirrings of excitement deep within his stomach, his 
voice took on a rather tremulous quality.  Rising back up to his feet in one 
graceful movement, Legolas stood tall and proud, the tree only serving to 
emphasize the strength and courage of the tall, willowy Elf.  
 
Pippin ran over to Frodo and whispered in his co-conspirator's ear "Let's 
tie him up!  C'mon, it'll be fun!  Please, Frodo, please, Legolas never lets 
us play."  Pippin's eyes twinkled with naughtiness, as he jumped up and 
down.  Laughing and shaking his head, Frodo could not resist the 
merriment of his friend.  Quickly, the two scampered behind the tree, 
seizing the Elf's arms and binding them tightly, winding the twine around 
his arms and running around and around the tree, trussing the Prince up 
tight.  
 
"No!" exclaimed Legolas.  "Do you know what you are doing?  I am easy 
prey now, and have no way to defend myself!"  Legolas began to regret 
partaking in the festivities, and tried to recount the numerous glasses of 
wine he had consumed earlier in the night.  
 
Frodo turned back to the bushes, his voice ringing out clearly, tinged with 
laughter. "Here is the delivery you requested, we will be off now."  Frodo 
and Pippin ran off down the path giggling, disappearing out of sight, and 
bursting with curiosity.  They knew Gimli was desperate to speak with 
Legolas, but they had not been able to drag any further information from 
the stoic Dwarf.  Snickering and turning to look at one another, pressing 
their hands over their mouths to stifle their laughter, they slowly crept 
back over the hill.  Peering cautiously through the bushes, they watched 
with baited breath, their eyes wide.  Their unbridled curiosity knew no 
bounds.  
 
"What is this about?" demanded Legolas fiercely.  
 
Quietly, Gimli began to speak, his identity concealed within the softly 
spoken words as he was uncertain of how to approach the subject and he 
was not ready for Legolas to know the truth.  "Hush my friend. You know 
me well."  Legolas grew increasingly uneasy, his hands straining against 
the bonds.  After taking a deep breath, Gimli continued: "Prince, we have 
been through much together.  Battles, wars, rain and snow.  We have 
fought side by side and become the best of friends.  But I fear I am not 
satisfied with this, uh, arrangement."  Legolas refrained from fighting the 
rope and listened intently.  "You see, over the months, I have become 
rather fond of you.  We've had our differences at times, oh yes we have, 
but Legolas, you are so true, so pure, that I feel I have grown to...love 
you."  The words were almost torn from his throat as Gimli raised his eyes 
to Elf.  
 
"Mellon," spoke Legolas quietly, "but... but, why like this?  Untie me, let 
us speak of this."  Chuckling softly he added "I admit, I am feeling the 
effects of the wine and am having a rather difficult time making sense of 
all this."  
 
In response, Gimli placed his hand on Legolas' thigh.  The Elf gasped, 
"What are you doing?  I don't even know you."  His voice shook with 
emotion.  
 
Soothingly Gimli spoke once more.  "Ah, but you do. And I you."  He was 
unable to contain his desire, and his hand snaked up to once again press 
against the taut, lithe thigh of the Elf.  Swallowing hard over the lump in 
his throat, tears shimmered in the Dwarf's eyes at the sheer beauty of the 
Prince.  His fingertips inching upwards, slowly, tenderly, hesitantly 
towards the princely package.  
 
Gasping softly, Legolas let out a tiny whimper, before it could be 
contained. "Why are you doing this?" he asked softly.  Squirming in his 
bindings, he felt the faint stirrings of desire, even though still a bit 
troubled at the situation.  
 
"I want to thank you." said Gimli as he massaged closer to the prize. "You 
see, Legolas, you never let me fail.  We were partners in battle, friends in 
celebration and I hope, now, lovers in the aftermath."  Holding onto the 
Elf's hips, he kissed Legolas' thigh lightly gliding his lips higher, brushing 
them along the taut leggings stretched over the firm, toned thigh.  Finally, 
after taking in a breath of the Elf's scent, Gimli kissed his hardening 
member.  Legolas moaned in delight arching his package into Gimli, 
silently pleading for more.  Gimli reached up and began unlacing the Elf's 
leggings, watching Legolas squirm beneath his hands.  The rough palms of 
his small hands gently glided across the expanse of the Elf's thighs to 
finally hook into the sides of Legolas's leggings.  He pulled them over his 
rump and let them slither down to the ground.  He aided his friend in 
stepping out of their confines, allowing Legolas' arousal to spring forth.  
Gimli stared at its perfection and felt a growing desire inside himself.  
 
He stepped up to Legolas, gently placing one rough hand on each of the 
Elf's hips, leaning in to let his warm breath fan the tip of his member.  
Slowly Gimli raised his head up to ensure the blindfold was still firmly in 
place before sticking his tongue out to taste the tip of Legolas' hardness.  
He licked the head teasingly, first flicking his tongue, then circling it 
methodically before gliding it down the length of his shaft.  He then 
slithered it back up to resume teasing the tip.  Legolas gave in and moaned 
with satisfaction. Gimli took his right hand and encompassed Legolas' 
throbbing elfness, stroking slowly and tenderly up and down the shaft.  
Legolas was enraptured and he instinctively began to thrust rhythmically 
into the Dwarf's palm. The two persisted like this; Gimli pumping the rod, 
and Legolas thrusting his hips, until Gimli stopped suddenly.  He stood 
back and admired the Elf's radiance.  
 
"Don't stop, please, don't stop!"  Legolas whimpered loudly, thrusting his 
member out, begging for release.  
 
"Do you want it?" teased Gimli, making sure the Elf knew what he was in 
for.  
 
"Yes, oh, yes, I want it, I need it--please don't stop", moaned the Elf.  
 
Gimli returned his mouth to that vulnerable spot at the tip of his cock.  
Legolas shuddered and bucked, slowly shaking his head from side to side 
and begging for more.  He felt his breath quickening and coming in short 
gasps as Gimli continued to drive him into that rapturous state of sheer 
bliss, eliciting a few strangled moans from his parched lips.  Gimli felt his 
own member harden almost painfully at his friend's echoes of pleasure.  
Unable to stand it any longer Gimli started to push his lips more 
insistently and firmly against Legolas' throbbing member, gliding his 
hands around Legolas' waist to hold him firmly in one spot.  Listening to 
Legolas' soft whimpers and pleas, he pushed his head faster and faster to 
envelop the shaft in the heat of his mouth, coaxing Legolas to the brink of 
orgasm.  
 
Legolas cried out "Untie me, please, I beg of you!  I can't stand it!  Im 
baur mathale! (I need to touch you)".  
 
Gimli smiled, and complied quickly.  Retrieving the dagger from his side, 
his left arm snaked behind the tree and quickly sliced through the 
bindings.  Legolas' arms sprung forward grasping Gimli's head between 
his both slender hands.  Moaning loudly, arching his back, he thrust his 
cock into the Dwarf's mouth.  He plunged again and again, crying out in 
ecstasy, his head drawn back, and eyes closed. Gimli's hot mouth wrapped 
around the shaft as he sucked relentlessly, pushing the Elf to new heights 
of arousal.  Stiffening, Legolas screamed out as his entire body began to 
shake with his sweet release.  His hands tangled in Gimli's dark mane as 
he thrust one last time into the Dwarf's mouth, exploding, his nectar 
coating his lover's throat.  Greedily, Gimli licked and lapped at the Elf's 
sweet juices, unwilling to let a single drop of his seed escape.  Shuddering 
once more, Legolas fell back, drained and spent.  His breath was ragged in 
his chest, as he braced himself against the mighty tree, unable to speak, his 
head filled with his wild sensations.  
 
Taking a deep breath, he finally spoke in hushed tones, "Hannon le, Gimli, 
mellon nin."  (Thank you, Gimli, my friend).  
 
Gimli, standing in front of the Elf, looked up in astonishment.  A smile 
played over his lips, and he watched as Legolas removed the blindfold and 
cast it to the side. Gimli clutched his heart, his rugged face filled with 
wonderment as the Prince, his love looked tenderly into his eyes.  
 
"But, how...how did you...what...how did you know it was me?"  Gimli 
stammered in bewilderment, his face reddened in embarrassment.  Legolas 
gracefully slid down on one knee.  He rested his hand on the Dwarf's 
shoulder, squeezing lightly and gazing into his worried stare.  
 
He spoke tenderly, his words a mere whisper on the wind.  "Because my 
heart wished it so".  
 
At this last statement, there was a collective "Awwww" from the bushes, 
followed by giggles.  "Hobbits!" yelled Gimli, striding angrily to the 
bushes.  "What are you two doing here?  Hobbits..." Gimli roared, but the 
Hobbits were already hastily departing.  Gimli turned back to Legolas who 
had retrieved his leggings.  He looked on, in dismay, his large eyes 
sorrowful.  With his head down, the Dwarf strode back to Legolas but was 
unable to meet his eyes.  
 
"So, I guess, it's...ah.  So you knew, and now I don't..." Gimli fumbled, his 
tongue tripping over his words.  His anxiety over the mischievous Hobbits 
and his trepidation over his actions caused him to ring his hands.  Turning, 
he walked away from the Elf, his head bowed, and stopped near a bush, 
uncertain as to how to proceed.  Silently Legolas approached, his arms 
encircling his friend in an affectionate hug.  He drew him in close, his 
heart pounding in his chest, sensing the uncertainty of the Dwarf.  
 
"Gimli," he crooned softly into his ear, "My friend.  Listen to me 
carefully: I have a confession to make to you.  I've longed for your touch.  
I've counted the days-- nay, far too many-- that I've ached to feel you".  
Legolas sighed softly, "But I am Elf and you are Dwarf.  Our people's 
histories are not tales of friendship, or love, so I was reluctant to speak of 
my desires to you as I did not wish to hurt you."  Legolas' breath was hot, 
his words dripping with lust and desire as his hand slid down towards 
Gimli's groin.  "Gimli, I want you. I want to please you. I want to touch 
you".  Murmuring softly, his lips pressed against Gimli's ear.  "I knew it 
was you all along, my friend, and that is why I allowed it.  Do you really 
think that flimsy twine could keep me restrained had I not welcomed your 
advances?"  Gimli grumbled a weak "no", his eyes focused on the ground 
in front of him, the words of Legolas ringing in his ears.  
 
Legolas pressed in closer and delicately kissed his ear, his tongue curling 
around the lobe, lathering it in his juices.  His hot lips pressed against the 
flesh, leaving a soft wet trail as he nipped and kissed along Gimli's neck.  
His slender hand pressed and rubbed against the bulge as Gimli's body 
arched and strained against his hand, needing to be free of his constricting 
clothes.  His fingertips pressed harder, his palm sliding over Gimli's need, 
feeling it stiffen beneath his gentle touch.  The Elf's hand slid beneath the 
band of Gimli's trousers.  Slowly he began to stroke, his hand tightening 
against the shaft as the soft moans of the Dwarf reached his ears. Leaning 
forward and nipping into the Dwarf's neck, Legolas whispered softly as he 
lovingly caressed his dwarfhood.  "I want you".  
 
Gimli's eyes slid closed, his breath caught in his throat.  He swallowed 
hard, lost in the moment.  Suddenly Gimli's eyes widened, and he turned 
to face his friend, his voice cracking with lust and desire, yet laden with 
nervous indecision.  "And what when this is over?  A Dwarf and an Elf, 
it's ridiculous!  We'll be the laughing stock of the company!"  Grumbling 
loudly and shaking his head, he muttered softly under his breath, as he 
backed away from the Prince.  
 
Legolas looked into the eyes of the Dwarf and spoke without hesitation, 
his words ringing with conviction.  "Gimli. I have seen you fight in 
battles.  You are brave, defiant, and strong.  You are a warrior, a man of 
honor.  You braved rejection this day, for the sake of love.  You are a man 
whose side I wish to stand by.  I share your feelings, I share your longing.  
What more do you need?  What more do you want me to say?  Nothing 
else matters.  It is done."  
 
"Tell me this is real!" wailed Gimli, in frustration and need.  
 
Legolas lunged at the Dwarf, knocking him over and rolling on top of him, 
chuckling softly.  "I'll show you it's real"  replied the Prince with a playful 
grin.  He leaned down and kissed Gimli tirelessly, nipping at his lips, as 
Gimli's hard cock pressed into Legolas' thigh.  His limber fingers slid 
between them as he deftly undid his friend's pants, freeing him with one 
flick of his wrist.  Gimli's eyes widened in amazement, as he lay on his 
back with the magnificent Legolas between his unfolded legs, unable to 
resist.  
 
Catching his breath and rising up on his elbows, Gimli gasped as the Elf 
dove back down between his legs, capturing his cock and plunging his 
mouth down to the base, sucking hard. Gimli moaned loudly as the 
sensations coursed through his body. His shaft buried deeply in the Elf's 
mouth. Gimli fell backwards, his head reeling. His hands flailed, clutching 
spasmodically, grasping, finding only empty air and handfuls of loosened 
dirt.  
 
Legolas gripped the base of Gimli's arousal with his hand and teased the 
shaft with his tongue, licking relentlessly, teasing the poor Dwarf 
inexorably.  Out of control, Gimli bucked and thrust upwards as the Elf's 
mouth closed over his shaft once more.  Fiercely, he sucked and stroked 
vigorously, pushing the Dwarf to the brink of ecstasy.  His short legs 
kicking in the air, Gimli cried out in rapture, his hands burrowing into the 
soft earth and his back arching high off the ground as he released.  As the 
Dwarf's body stiffened, Legolas sucked harder swallowing his love's silky 
seed, coaxing every last drop from Gimli's spent member.  
 
Licking his lips, satisfied, Legolas crumpled on top of Gimli, sucking in 
short bursts of air.  He relished in the sound of his companions heart 
pounding loudly beneath him as he lay quietly, listening to the soothing 
rhythm as it began to slow. Gimli lay motionless; his eyes squeezed tightly 
shut, holding back tears, which threatened to overflow; tears of joy 
burning with unspoken doubts over their future.  Gently his rough hand 
raised to Legolas, his fingers sliding through his golden mane, savoring 
the silken softness.  The Elf's breath was warm against his flesh.  
 
Raising his head, Legolas looked deeply into the Dwarf's eyes before once 
again brushing his soft, tender lips to Gimli's.  "Was it everything you'd 
hoped for?" he whispered?  
 
Gimli's shimmering gaze locked onto the brilliant sapphire eyes.  "Oh yes 
Legolas, but I want you--"  
 
"You have me.  Derithon na chin (I will remain with you)." interrupted 
Legolas.  
 
"But the others--"  
 
"Gimli, for such a short person you sure do worry a lot!"  Chuckling, 
Legolas playfully smacked his arm.  
 
"Oh, so we're back to the short jokes I see", chortled the Dwarf.  "Well my 
Elf friend, prepare yourself for a battle of wits!  You said yourself you 
have seen me in battle and I am strong and--"  
 
"And stubborn!"  Legolas interjected, laughing.  
 
Gracefully Legolas rose in one fluid motion, leaning down to offer his 
hand to Gimli. Dragging his trousers up, Gimli reached for his hand, 
standing up quickly. He was relieved that things were still normal.  "Elf, 
I'm warning you, I have a short fuse!"  
 
Legolas burst out laughing, embracing his friend, and patting him on the 
back. "Gimli, you give yourself no credit!  I have seen your fuse, and can 
attest it is not so short!"  Gimli groaned at this attempt at humor, but 
couldn't withhold a smile. Legolas continued  "Come on now, let's go back 
to the party".  
 
"Well, it's almost over, I don't see the point in that" grunted Gimli.  
 
Legolas' face lit up with delight  "Don't see the point?  Shall I get you a 
box?"  
 
Gimli shook his head as they began their trek back to Bilbo's.  The Elf and 
the Dwarf were silent on their journey, lost in thought, secure in their 
camaraderie and love.  
 
"Where have you two been then?"  Asked Gandalf glancing over his pipe, 
grinning at the two as they strode over to the table.  Legolas looked down 
at Gimli and laughed quietly.  Gandalf nodded and turned back to the fire.  
Gimli just looked up to the night sky.  He remarked that the stars were 
shining particularly bright that night.  He had never noticed before.  
 
~~End~~