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Gigolas fluff, teaching each other their customs and/or language? 🙂
oof that reminds me I need to finish that dancing fic whoops sorry bb
“This,” he said, voice flat, “is not music.”
“Your ears, o’ princeling,” Gimli said, tweaking the one closest to him, “are as untrained as they are pointy.”
Ignoring the thrill at the touch, Legolas feigned annoyance. “It’s merely that I am not deaf, unlike you.” He put his nose in the air. “Otherwise your mind must be addled to appreciate such noise.”
But Gimli only chuckled and motioned that they continue listening to flutes and fiddles being played in a way that was utterly unfamiliar to Legolas. The tempo was quicker than he was used to, and the rhythmic stamping was simultaneously distracting and fitting. He didn’t understand it.
He chose to stop trying to do so, instead focusing on the way Gimli’s fingers tapped against his knee. It was obvious that he enjoyed what was being played, but Legolas wondered if he could play as well. Gimli’s hands were talented and strong, able to wield many weapons with skill but also able to form beautiful things like the delicate hair clasp Legolas currently wore.
The image of thick fingers curled around the neck came unbidden to Legolas’ mind; he could somehow see the violin tucked beneath Gimli’s chin (though would his beard get in the way?), and Gimli’s other hand delicately carried the bow as he coaxed sweet notes in an arrangement more suited to Legolas’ tastes.
Hmm. That was a plan. He would first enquire about Gimli’s skills with a musical instrument – it wasn’t too farfetched to consider that it might be more than one instrument – and request a demonstration. Then he would be able to determine what music – Elvish music, actual music – to introduce to Gimli in turn, ostensibly to share his culture but in truth to plant a seed of suggestion of Gimli one day playing for him.
Who knew, perhaps even Dwarvish music might sound good at the hands of his Dwarf.
AUGH I LOVE IT ULSJGDLJHS OH MY GOODNESS legolas, such an imagination!!! And I love that he just doesn’t get Dwarvish music, but is still going ‘oooooh, wonder what he could play’ THAT IS LOVELY AHHH
also, perfectly, beautifully, gorgeously characterised AUGH *hugs ficlet to heart*

THANK YOU!!!!
CHAPTER 1: THE TALE OF REGULUS AND EMILY
(As told by Dragon Dictation Software)
as Regulus road along the glacial valley toward Helms deep and unaccustomed disquiet tormented him, making him fidget until his horse tossed its head and we need to, repurchasing him for his attention. Legolas patted its neck murmuring an apology, and slip off to walk, hoping to spend some of his energy before arriving.
The turf was soft with mud the choir folders long ground down to soil, but he went lightly and did not sink. He did not sing, murmuring to himself instead, rehearsing words he had long planned, and the horse danced in discussed, not allowing itself to be touched.
The walk did not delay him long enough. Soon he reached the keep and was swiftly admitted, well known to the guards, men and dwarves alike.
a message from Lord air going? one man inquired, jovial but like a lot shook his head.
Personal business. My goal is small. It was a mark of distinction that the question him no further, not even the dwarves, who knew enough to leave his horse with a man of Rohan and take him swiftly through the finally totaled gates and down through the shining caverns to the king’s audience chamber. There Gimli sat in something rather less than state muttering to himself over papers with rooms
If they will not give the cattle we negotiated for we will reduce the lamps we shipped by an equal measure, he grumbled to a scribe. See to it. He shoved the papers away and Rose frightening.
Lego loss exclamation he stepped forward, amen. Make a list smiled on him aware as always by the new, small reminders of his friends mortality. Emily was still hail, but the threads of silver in his beard and hair were now more numerous than the auburn, and he moved well, but not quite as swiftly as he once had.
That, in part, drove like a lost upon this errand, not long since he had marked the subtle changes in his friend and I have begun to pray upon his mind. What news have you has the lead he sent you to me.
Them let us discuss them over food. We laid in several casks of the Darwinian you like and there is enough green stuff on hand to satisfy a dozen of your kind for a week family teeth.
Headcanon question: which of his kin might Gimli choose to rule Aglarond after he and Legolas sail?
Hi Nonnie!
Welp, that’s SORT of been answered… obliquely, anyway. Check out this snippet from Gimris’ bio:
Gimrís is a journeyman glassblower and a master healer who trained under the direction of her uncle Óin. She married Bofur son of Bomfur, and bore one child: a son, Gimizh. In her old age, her brother handed over the lordship of the Glittering Caves of Helm’s Deep (Sindarin: Aglarond, Rohirrim: Súthburg) to Gimrís and her line.
So yeah. Um. Gimizh Cookie-Thief, Lord of the Glittering Caves, is a Thing. I’ve even given a little detail on how that’s all going to pan out!
(Bofur is still sort of ‘WAIT WHAT, but I’m just a common Broadbeam miner??? HOW.’ about the whole thing, lmao)

In Sansûkh, when did Legolas start really falling for Gimli and vice versa? Like, we know that Legolas is clueless about his emotions and didn’t realize it until waaaaay late and that Gimli figured it out earlier, but I’m not so great with subtext, so when did it really start?
Oooooh, excellent question!
So Gimli’s love is hidden away quite well – but it bursts out of him at times, usually due to frustrated worry. The whole of Chapter 24 is basically an illustration of this tendency, ngl.
He figured out his deepening attraction upon Anduin, as they shared a boat. Since Lothlorien he didn’t feel obligated to hate Legolas for his race or his part in the Company’s past, and so Gimli was spending time with him without those old perceptions colouring their every interaction. And it was pleasant.
More than pleasant.
He spends all of Chapter 18 basically flirting. It’s banter, to be sure, but that’s how he flirts. Gimli is good with words, and he enjoys them. That Legolas can more than hold his own is a delight to him.
And then, Chapter 19, and THIS.
Then the Elf turned back to allow his eyes to settle again on Gimli. Thorin’s star was pale, his face drawn into lines of pain once more. His dark eyes were screwed shut.
“My friend,” Legolas said, and he dropped to a crouch before the Dwarf, his expression open and full of sorrow and sympathy. “Here.”
Gimli opened his eyes, and saw Legolas’ slim white knife offered to him. He stared at it, unmoving, for a long moment, and then he took it in his great thick-fingered hands, his palm sliding over the hilt.
Legolas watched, utterly silent, as Gimli undid the plaits of his bright beard. His hand rose, the white knife glinting, and a swathe of red hair fell into the foaming white water as Boromir was carried away towards Rauros-falls, and Gondor.
This is such a huge thing to Gimli. It’s important to the extent that he actually mentions it later in ch20, thanking Legolas for the use of his knife, even while running over Rohan with a head full of frantic worry for the Hobbits.
It’s the moment that turns a ‘liking’ into something a little more. Legolas shows a perfect understanding of Gimli by offering him the use of his knife – it displays respect both for his customs AND for his emotions. It shows Gimli that Legolas sees him, truly – as both a Dwarf and as an individual.
Legolas, now – Legolas doesn’t even realise. Not for a while longer, as you say. After Aragorn is lost over the cliff, Legolas turns to Gimli for comfort. He already knows that Gimli’s death would be the thing to break him, and says so, but he doesn’t follow that thought to its end because of his grief for Aragorn. Events move at an incredible pace after that. They barely have any time for introspection at all – only that brief pause upon the walls of Helm’s Deep. So Legolas never has the leisure to think, really.
But check out this moment at the end of Chapter 25:
“Things go ill,” he panted, wiping the sweat from his brow.
“Ill enough,” Legolas said, and glanced back at the heavy door with its steel bars, “but not yet hopeless. Where is Gimli?”
Aragorn blinked the sweat from his eyes, and then looked alarmed as he turned back to stare at the closed door as well. “I do not know. I last saw him fighting on the ground behind the wall, but the enemy swept us apart.”
Legolas paled so swiftly and dramatically that Thorin half-feared he would faint. “In the Deep?” he faltered weakly. “That is evil news.”
“He is stout and strong,” said Aragorn, stepping forward quickly and grasping Legolas’ shoulders tightly. “Let us hope he will escape back to the caves. There he would be safe for a while. Such a refuge would be to the liking of a Dwarf.”
Legolas’ breath was coming fast as he said in a whisper, “that must be my hope.”
“Legolas,” Aragorn said helplessly, but the Elf shook his head sharply and his face was so twisted and ravaged that Thorin could barely believe it belonged to one of the Firstborn.
Aragorn shook the slender shoulders firmly. “Legolas, he will be well,” he swore.
“I desired…” Legolas said, and he raised his head to meet the eyes of the Man, something fierce and defiant and desperate in his gaze. “I desired to tell him that my tale is now thirty-one.”
“If he wins back to the caves, he will pass your count again,” Aragorn said encouragingly. “Never did I see an axe so wielded.”
Legolas nodded silently, and then he said, “I must seek more arrows.”
Aragorn gave him a dubious look, but let go of his shoulders and began to make his way through the tunnels of the Hornburg.
Legolas stood where he was for a moment, and then he drew himself up tall. His face was still white as milk, but two bright spots of colour glowed in his cheeks and he looked nearly maddened with grief. “Hear me, Thorin Oakenshield, if you be near,” he said in a voice that cracked and shook, “find him. Leave this place and find him! I will do you any service, perform for you any penance, if you can only tell me that he is alive and well! If that cannot sway you, then for the love we both bear him, find him. Protect him. I cannot lose him!”
This moment. YUP. Legolas Found His Clue.
And of course, at this stage Gimli is still concealing his own (hopeless, or so he thinks) love for Legolas, half-certain that it will not be accepted, half-afraid he would ruin their friendship (so new and strange in itself) by speaking.
STRAIGHT AFTER THIS LIL MOMENT, WE GET THE BOMBSHELL THAT IS CHAPTER 26:
“I never thought to find wisdom in a Dwarf,” Legolas said softly, wiping down Gimli’s cheek. His long, pale fingers hovered over Gimli’s thick wild hair. “No, nor beauty either.”
Aragorn looked up, startled. “Legolas?”
The Elf paused, and when he spoke again his voice was barely audible. “De melin, Aragorn.”
There was silence, and then Aragorn shook his head roughly. “Man ebennig?” he demanded.
“Westron!” Thorin growled.
“De melin,” Legolas said, and closed his eyes. “Melin Gimli.”
“Ci vêr?” Aragorn said, leaning forward and reaching out to touch Legolas’ forehead. The Elf batted his hand away irritably.
“I tell you, it is true!” he said insistently, before turning back to look down at the sleeping Dwarf. “I never knew, not until I thought him lost. Then it was clear to me. He is the one I have waited for, and nothing shall part my heart from his, not war or death or my people or his.”
Thorin froze. His blood began to crystallise in his veins, except where it pounded in his temples.
Legolas looked up, defiance in his eyes. “You disapprove?”
Aragorn blew out a long breath, and then he chuckled softly. “Mellon nin, I am absolutely amazed you have not actually realised this before now.”
And whoops then they all get drunk, and Gimli is happy and a bit handsy but still well able to keep his emotions hidden. LEGOLAS? HELL NO. He comes so close to saying it, to confessing, and he even gets a bit weepy. He calls Gimli ‘meleth nin’ and babbles in Sindarin. Helpful, if the person you are babbling to speaks Sindarin. As it is, Gimli is just ??? SPEAK WESTRON, ALSO YOU’RE A BIT BONKERS AND YOU’RE WORRYING ME NOW ARE YOU OKAY
(And guess what: if Legolas had confessed his love in Westron, then Gimli most likely would not have spoken to Aragorn the next day. Aragorn would not have told him about the pecularities of Elves in love, and the risk of death they face when loving a mortal.
Gimli would not have continued to hide his love for the NEXT TEN CHAPTERS, weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks. He wouldn’t have summarily decided that he knew what was best for both Legolas and himself without ever consulting the Elf at all, making them both so thoroughly miserable. THERE IS A GIANT WHAT-IF HERE, is what I’m saying heheheh)
So yeah – there’s a tremendously thorough answer, I spose! lmao, I should title this as “Analysis and Implied Development of the Gimli/Legolas Relationship in the Fic ‘Sansukh’ By Some Twit Somewhere” :DDDDD
Wait what? Just yesterday and earlier today I was going through your Gigolas & Bagginshield Fic Recs-list (mighty good choices there, found a many new fav there). Then because of my laggy browser I had to reopen it, and then all the links stopped working?!
WHAT THE SHIT i just checked that myself, and all my links have broken for me as well AUGH
also the links show up and are working when I go to edit the post? I am confused.
see????

then I press ‘save’ and the links disappear
HELP. MY RECS PAGE HAS BORKED.
After snowmelt, are Legolas and Gimli elivsh married? Because elvish marriage is sex, so…???…? If so, all I want is the elven guests at Aragorn’s coronation to be lowkey, who the heck did Legolas marry, and when did he get married? Etc. Elrond facepalms so much. Galadriel is laughing, (she saw it coming), and everyone else is sort of vaguely interested/not.
If they’re not married, then they’re the next best thing to married. Basically. In my mind, tremendously frantic frottage counts!
It strikes me now that they both might consider it differently. To Gimli, that was most definitely sex, no bones about it (PUN, LOOKIT THE PUN). To Legolas, he might consider the ‘act of joining’ (to put it delicately) to be the thing. Either way, another Elf would be able to tell that Legolas has had… something happen, if they looked at his eyes right after Snowmelt.
But that ‘act of joining’ is barrelling towards us, the way I have it planned, so that’s a moot point! By the time Aragorn’s marriage rolls around and all the Elven guests arrive, there’ll be no question as to whether Legolas is similarly hitched. They’ll be able to discern it immediately.
So yeah, you’re not too far off the mark, Nonnie! Galadriel and Gandalf would be all YESS IT’S CANON HOT DAMN *Ship Captains high-five*
(and yup, I will be writing another side-fic for that ‘wedding night’ ksjdhfljsa)
You know how a conceit of Tolkien’s is that some real-world folk songs originated as different but recognizable songs from Middle Earth, like how “Hey Diddle Diddle” came from “The Man in The Moon Stayed Up Too Late”? What if “Loch Lomond” is an extremely drifted localization of a song Legolas wrote about him and Gimli both heading for the Dagor Dagorath separately and never meeting each other again in this world.

SHIT THAT’S GENIUS
(also? heart-breaking. Ow. Owwwwwwwwww. Ow. OW.
Ow.)
*hums* I’ll take the high road and you’ll take the low road…
