hahahah yeeeeeah don’t listen to this. @determamfidd said she wanted to hear it so she can listen to it, then I’ll probably get incredibly nervous and take it down. I recorded it at 2AM in like July and I’m way too damn quiet.
WARNING ME SINGING. I warned you.
SUCH A LOVELY VOICE, LACE! Your pitch is stupendously in-tune, and this is a difficult song to get note-perfect when singing it without accompaniment! And you have a gorgeous natural sense of the drama and dynamics of the song. Bravo!!!
And for the last day of Gigolas week I present @determamfidd‘s request of Gigolas in Discworld Watchmen uniforms. I went a little extra and made it sort of art for I Comma Square Bracket Recruit’s Name Square Bracket(I,[Recruit’s name])
Disclaimer: I’ve never read a lick of Discworld
I did it in pencil because my head is pounding and I had no wish to fight with my EVIL tablet
(yes that is a worrying number of exclamation marks!)
Laaace, I LOVE IT, thank you so so so sos SOOOOOOOOOOmuch! Heeeeeeeee Discworld and Gigolas! And the texture of the chainmail and hell yah Gimli’s beard and him calling Legolas a ‘Not Elf’ ❤
Thank you, thank you so much, you wonderful wonderful artist and friend!
(hmm… tough Choice nonny. Tough choice; but, now hear me out here… WHAT IF BOTH. Also since today is outsider point of view I thought I’d do this from Thranduil’s POV. Drabble operates under the assumption Than Legolas and Thranduil did not see each other much after the war and Thran finally sailed for Valinor. I hope this suits you Nonny,)
Thranduil can tell his son is hiding something when he finally arrives in Valinor. It has been so very long since he’s seen him, and while his son was greatly changed by the last war, Thranduil still knew him well enough to tell that.
He could also see his son’s heart had been given to another. He could see it in the way he moved. Given that he hadn’t seen any sign of this spouse; He was starting to wonder if the two things might be related.
“Legolas.” he says, catching his son after he reappears once more, he had a tendany to slip away when no one was looking. His son smiles to see him. Thranduil finds himself smiling back, pressing a hand to his heart in greeting. He’s not too surprised when Legolas hugs him instead, his son had picked up some interesting habits from his mortal companions. This one Thranduil does not mind. He gently returns the hug. “So, are you finally ready to show me where you’ve been slipping away to?” He asks him.
His son pulls back and looks up at his father, searching his face for something Thranduil doesn’t know. After that Legolas nods a bit. “Yes… I think so. Come with me.” He says and pulls his father along. Thrandul blinks and follows after him, curious to see what his son had hidden away.
“I wasn’t really trying to keep My Star a secret.” Legolas explains to him. “I was simply trying to find the Lady Galadriel before we started any introductions. Unfortunately, she’s proven difficult to locate.”
“Introductions? You’ve brought someone with you then. Your Star. A mortal?” He asks his son. Legolas looks back at him and smiles.
“Stars do not burn forever… Of course you could tell I’ve been wed.” he says softly.
“Yes and I can see your melancholy.” Thranduil says and frowns. Legolas just gives him a sad smile at that.
“Melleth nin.” Legolas calls rounds a corner. There, sitting in a small courtyard by himself, is a dwarf. Thranduil frowns, his tread slowing to a stop. Legolas goes to the white haired dwarf, bending to wrap him in his arms. Thranduil had not seen Gimli son of Gloin in a great many years but this surely must be him. Thranduil feels his ire rise and he strolls toward them. Gimli looks up at him first, the dwarf’s eyes were bright and clear, despite his advanced age. Thranduil looks him over waiting for whatever sharp thing may come out of his mouth.
“My lord Thranduil.” Gimli says and Legolas lets him go to allow him to rise, placing a hand on the dwarf’s broad shoulder. “It is long past time that we should meet.” The dwarf says with a formal bow. Thranduil blinks a bit, surprised, straightening his back further and bringing himself to his full height out of old habit. “Long have I wished a formal introduction to the father of My Heart,” Gimli says. Thranduil can hear the warm affection and sincerity in the dwarf’s, surprisingly smooth voice.
Finally, he lets himself finally see the complete picture, looking at his Son and how the two of them looked together. They could not be more opposite, but they were two pieces of the same whole. Fitting together perfectly. Thranduil feel his ire drain away. His heart starts to ache for his son, this dwarf did not have much longer on this plane.
“And I you, Master Gimli.” Thranduil says. “You’ve quite the reputation among us. Never before has a dwarf been named ‘elf-friend’.” He says and looks between the dwarf and his son. “Though you’re far more than than to my son I see.” He says and makes up his mind about something. “But you’ve no need to be hidden away. Introductions are long overdue.” He decides turning and leading them both back toward the others. Behind him he doesn’t see Legolas grinning at him as the two of them follow.
(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.
FRIENDS and fellow Sansukh-ites. In Honor of Gigolas week I have decided to do something a little special.
Seven days in Gigolas week and I will be taking seven prompts total.
Three Gigolas art prompts (emoji + color palette like I did for DAIN week)
Three Gigolas drabble prompts (as for some reason you guys seem to like my writing.
But Lace that’s only six, you say. well the last spot will be reserved for @determamfidd, for an art or drabble prompt, whichever she prefers; because she and sansukh are the reason I ship gigolas at all (and in fact I had no idea Sansukh was even gigolas when I started reading it, can you believe it? I forgot to read the tags).
So slots are given on a first come first serve basis. Drop me an ask with ‘art’ or ‘drabble’ in it and if you make the list I will message you back and ask what you want for a prompt!
I would take prompts all week but I find that I do not have the energy levels to deal with my glitching tablet that long. Also my birthday is on Thursday and this is a tradition more befitting hobbits.
I AM SNIFFLING, LACE YOU BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEAN
Thank you, thank you so much.
(Also, everyone omfg everyone – go leave gigolasy prompts for Lace!)
Aw Yiss 