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Ooh man, 131: ‘are you doodling?’ For either gigolas or spones? :3

urbanspaceman:

GIGOLAS:

“Are you drawing?”  Legolas moved soundlessly, appearing behind Gimli with no warning, startling him so that he very nearly dropped his chalk.

“Aye,” he muttered, scowling down at his design.

“What is this?”  Legolas followed the sweep of a line with one fingertip, taking care not to smudge it.

“Mallorn leaves, to be etched into metal,” Gimli confessed, feeling self-conscious.  “On arrowheads.”

Legolas gazed down at the drawing.  “Any archer would be pleased to carry such fine arrows– but hesitant to shoot them, lest he fail to find them again.”

“Then I will make you more,” Gimli growled.

Legolas smiled.

Perhaps he’s afraid?”
“I am sitting right here,” Thorin growled, and his nephews both shrugged.
“Since you never talk about anything, we have to speculate,” Fíli pointed out with unassailable (and impertinent) logic.

Kili, Thorin and Fili (chp. 17)

Sansûkh by determamfidd
(AO3)
The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit – Teen/Mature – Bilbo
Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Gimli/Legolas Greenleaf
#Canon Add-on #Angst #Slow Build #Happy Ending #Dead Peanut
Gallery #Thorin POV #Neurodiversity #Epic #Incomplete

From a Hobbitkink prompt:

The battle was over, and Thorin Oakenshield awoke, naked and
shivering, in the Halls of his Ancestors.

The novelty of being dead fades quickly, and watching over
his companions soon fills him with grief and guilt. Oddly, a faint flicker of
hope arises in the form of his youngest kinsman, a Dwarf of Durin’s line with
bright red hair.

(Follows the story of the War of the Ring).

(Bagginshield, Gimli/Legolas) In which recovery takes
time, the dead members of the Company take to watching Gimli as though he’s a
soap opera, the living struggle with being left behind, Legolas is confused,
Khuzdul is abused, and Thorin is four feet and ten inches of guilt and anger.

(via quotablefanfiction)

itscooltobefanficy:

All aboard the noble steed! (AKA Legolas is a fucking Disney Prince and Gimli is a poor suspicious Dwarf)

ACCOMPANYING FICLET:

Legolas had removed Arod’s tack and laid it on the grass, before springing lightly upon his back and sending him hither and thither over the yellow grass of the plains, for that was the elvish way with all beasts: to speak with creatures without tool or restraint. Gimli remained on the ground, and great suspicion was in his eyes.
“Come, Gimli!” Aragorn called down from Hasufel’s saddle. “You must ride else you will slow us down!”
“Indeed, Master Dwarf,” Legolas steered Arod to stand beside his friends. “And see: he has a coat of snow and steel! What better horse to carry a Dwarf than one the colour of iron?”
Gimli grunted, but he suffered to climb up behind Legolas and hook his thumbs into the Elf’s belt. He looked mighty uncomfortable.
“Horses!” He grumbled. “First running, then trees, and now horses! What next, shall Elves begin to tunnel and Wizards to speak plainly? Ah, well! It must be borne, so I shall bear it! Steer us well, my friend, and do not laugh overmuch!”
Legolas held his tongue (though great mirth was in his face). Shadowfax let forth a trumpeting neigh and leapt away, a swift, silver arrow streaking to the east with Gandalf crouched over his shoulders. Hasufel and Arod fanned out behind him, their hooves thundering in concert. Thus the three hunters travelled to Edoras; and so began the long association of an Elf of Mirkwood, a Dwarf of the Lonely Mountain, and a horse of Rohan with iron in his coat.