OKAY SO USING SOME OF MY PIERCING/TATTS IDEAS FOR DWARVES:
Legolas is of age, obvs, so if he liked the idea and wanted to go ahead, Gimli could design him some tattoos for his shoulders/arms, like he has. Curling leaves, ivy or vines maybe, as he is an Elf.
And yes, the first few times he squeezes Gimli’s hand so tightly, his fingers go blue at the tips. When he finally lets go Gimli has pins-and-needles and has to shake his hand for a solid two minutes before he has any feeling back!
Legolas is a warrior, and so Gimli would be all YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO A PIERCING THROUGH YOUR NIP. (considering the great fascination he has with Gimli’s pierced nipples, I think Legolas might. um. Really like this idea.)
This hurts a bit to think of, but he might walk up to his beloved one day with a small sketch in his hands. “What’s this?” Gimli would take it, and study the little picture: a bow, lined all along its curve in stars. “It’s lovely.”
“It’s a mourning mark,” Legolas would mumble. “For a friend.”
And Gimli would know – how could he not know, when he wears its match upon his own shoulder? And he’d nod his head. “I’d be honoured to set it on you,” he’d say, gently.
Then there’s the pair of Elk horns, the tree, the crossed bow, axe and longsword, the stylised running horse, and the Gull. Each of these were Legolas’ choice, for his own personal meaning. There’s a many-pronged star, too, bright as rubies, bright as the dawn. It rests over his heart, surmounted by a crown of cirth runes.
(That one is important.)
Perhaps he likes the feel of Gimli’s heavy ear-cuffs against his teeth, and wishes for something similar for himself. Gimli throws himself single-mindedly into the project, and comes back with the most beautiful thing EVER, mithril and gold, the perfect blend of Dwarven mastery and Elven art. I’m imagining something like this:
(btw, this can be found for sale here. Also, look up ‘leaf ear cuffs’ on google image search if you wish to drool with covetous lust over pretty, pretty jewellery. *controls self with a massive effort*)
Previous pierced-Legolas responses may be found here and here! And yup, possible *ahem* piercings are discussed.
I suspect Aglarond may be inundated with demands for new jewellery, once Legolas’ people get an eyeful of what he’s sporting these days! Like, SWAMPED with orders, all jewellers on the go all the time.
hmm, I don’t know if many of the remaining Sindar or Galadhrim would venture into tattooing… but I get the feeling that the Silvan folk would LOVE the notion, and get tremendously artistic about it. I can see the same swirling beautiful patterns they use on their armour, winding over their forearms and calves.
(Legolas totally gets this done too. He will Not Be Outdone.)
Thranduil has joined Aragorn in the land of the Unshockable and Unflappable. They sit upon thrones of Utter Doneness and let it all wash over them 🙂
Laerophen would be *GASPWHAT* but but OW and also, it DOESN’T COME OFF, WHAT
Laindawar would say nothing. That’s because he’s already picked out the designs he wants, SWORDS CROSSED ON HIS BACK FUCK YEAH.
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)
A blonde, a brunette and a redhead walked confusedly into a bar. The barkeep says: “For the LAST time, Isengard is NORTH. Stop taking directions from ‘Thranduilion McWhat’sAMap’ here!”
neh, that’s really not his bag. He is a bit pissed that Legolas has all some lovely new dwarf-forged steel and weaponry, though, all covered with twisting engravings of leaves and stars, wound with the best spells that Dwarves can devise.
“Well, can I buy some off them? What do you mean, no? Why won’t they sell it – I’ll give a good price! No, I will not enquire at market, the wares they have for sale are not as fine as yours! But… oh, their best work goes to their loved ones? But. Oh.”
*glides away, leaving an aggrieved huff behind him*
(Gimli has ever been a mediocre smith, his gifts and inclinations leading him more towards gem-work or stonemasonry – however, a very talented smith is quite literally haunting him, after all, and he’ll be getting some serrrrrious lessons. There’s very little a Dwarf won’t do to meet the promptings of devotion 😉