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(omg that’s so nice thank you. Gigolas and ObiQui hellz yeah *highfives*. I have no idea which battle this takes place after but hey. drabbles let me skip things like that XD)

“Ack, lad. I’ve never seen an elf with their hair in such a state.” Gimli says when they finally enter the bath house.

“My hair?” Legolas asks, lifting his hand to touch it, wincing a bit at all the muck and blood caked in it. He looks over at Gimli. “Well I’ve never see a dwarf with so much blood on his face.” Legolas returns and steps over to Gimli, touching his face gently to tilt it up and look at the cut bleeding sluggishly over his face and down into his beard. Gimli snorts faintly.

“I’m fine, quit your fussing.” He tells him and bats his hands away, hiding a blush under his beard. “And I will help you clean out that mess on your head if you patch up my head.”

“Deal,” The elf says brightly and puts his hand on Gimli’s shoulder, steering him toward the baths. “You first though.” Legolas tells him firmly. The Elf’s cuts and bruises were already beginning to take care of themselves, healing at the fast rate of the fair folk.

“Fine, fine.” Gimli says and Legolas wets a cloth in a basin he had filled with warm water. He kneels in front of Gimli. Gimli blinks at the faint smile on the elf’s face as he leans in, cleaning blood and dirt off Gimli’s skin. Soft blue eyes are far closer than Gimli is used to. “It likely won’t even need to be bandaged when you’re done. Dwarves may not heal so fast as you but It wasn’t that bad a wound.”

“I have never doubted your stubborn ability to bear a wound, Gimli, but let us avoid any infection.” Legolas says, and his voice seems very fond. Gimli smiles a bit and breathes out. He looks his friend over and laughs a bit at the sight.

“Truly, I have never seen you so effected.” He says, reaching his already filthy hand up and gently pulling the grime from Legolas’s hair, trying to find pale gold beneath. Legolas laughs, a soft pretty sound that reminds Gimli of bells.

“Even elves get dirty, mellon nin.” He smiles at him. “I assure you that I will clean as well as you. Though I have less blood in my beard.”

“Well that’s an easy thing, with no beard at all.” Gimli smiles back but removes his hands, allowing Legolas to work on carefully rinsing the blood from his beard with a small basin of water. When most of the filth is cleared away Gimli starts to become conscious of long pale fingers carding through his beard. He blinks his eyes open at the sensation, looking at his friend. Legolas is still kneeling, though his body doesn’t show any strain from having sat in the position so long. He has an altogether pleasant smile on his face. Gimli shakes himself, clearing his throat.

“My turn now I think.” He says and he’s fairly sure he doesn’t hide his blush fast enough this time. “Let us see if we can find that sheet of gold that you call hair.” Gimli says and Legolas smiles, seeming flattered by the description.

“I would trust only you with such a task.” Legolas assures him softly.