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uweyvi:

The sweet smell of water, lotus, and the deep woods surrounded the pool. The stars in the sky were mirrored in the cool depths as was the shining moon. Tall, majestic trees surrounded it and a sheer, rock cliff stood off to one side protecting this pool from prying eyes.

Camp was where Muil had left the sleeping Meluiwen with Kara and Jeri was on guard duty. It was a good distance away but not out of earshot as Muil liked her privacy. Laindawar was somewhere nearby probably. Not that his presence or non-presence concerned Muil. He was probably out scouting the perimeter as he did every time they set up camp.

A soft, sad sigh escaped Muil as she looked out over the picturesque water. Her thoughts drifting always to Laindawar. She and Laindawar always seemed to be rubbing each other the wrong way. That was distressing to her. She wanted to get closer to him. But it was hard for her interact with someone who she didn’t have to parent or at least be a dictator towards till they healed. She had been healing, helping, and dealing with the other races for too long. Avoiding elves had became second nature because it was painful. Painful to remember how little there were left of her people; what the Avari were forced to become by Melkor and his followers.

These thoughts swirled and warred inside her mind as her practiced fingers she let down her thick, mahogany hair. The braids unraveling between her warm, autumn brown fingers. She was not elegant in doing this. She was efficient in her actions.

In a matter of moments her hair cascaded down to the sandy bank of the pool. The beige sand glittering like pale, broken pearls in the moonlight. Her hair cutting a dark path behind her as he moved towards the water’s edge.

Stopping herself she remembered she needed to undress. No need to ruin her favorite traveling clothes. Soon her aladdin salwar was added to the pile of her hair ties. Then her beaded, kurta-like, tunic came next and then her various undergarments. They were all arranged in a neat pile beside of her feet. Finally she took off her various pieces of jewelry and laid them on top of her clothes.

Edging into the water she let out a sigh of relief. It was so nice to feel the coolness of the water against her heated skin. The relief of getting weeks of grime off of her made her shudder with pleasure.

A twig snapped. No sound came from Muil as she looked over her shoulder. Her eyes wide as she scanned the edge of the treeline for a sign of an intruder. Then her eyes fell on him. His crystalline blue eyes were wide – it was clear he had spotted her.

Moving deeper into the water she held her arms across her chest. Modesty sweeping through her at the sight of Laindawar.

“See something you like pigenor?” she called out teasingly. Her voice and sly smile hiding her deep embarrassment at being seen so exposed. Then she turned around and slid further into the water. It’s cool embrace welcoming her.

A sputtering sound came from Laindawar’s direction. His pale blue eyes reflecting the pale moonlight. Turning on his heel he started to stalk off. Then he snorted. “Depends trethril. You blend into the darkness well.”

A peal of laughter escaped Muil. Her silver eyes reflecting the twinkling starlight and her mirth. Her laugh was soft, warm, like a warm day in spring. A hint of cold in it but the promise of something great in the future.

Laindawar’s eyes widened. His face unreadable as he looked straight ahead of him into the treeline. “Are you sure it is safe to bathe in such an exposed area trethril?” he asked her haughtily.

“Positive pigenor.” she answered before dunking her head under the water. Wetting her long tresses before she reemerged. The water dripping from her as she turned to stare at his back. “I can take care of myself after all.”

“And if someone tries to harm you trethril?” he asked, ignoring her statement about taking caring of herself. His hand came to rest on his sword.

Without a word the water rippled around her as she moved silently out of the pool. Pulling her long hair around herself as she moved to her pile of clothes.

Suddenly her wet hands come to caress his neck. A bite of cold steel against his neck before she let it clatter to the ground. Instead she gently ran her fingers over his adam’s apple.  gently a subtle threat beneath her water cooled fingers. “Do not doubt me pigenor.”

Her wet body pressed against his clothed one for the briefest of moments. She leaned into him and whispered in his ear. “After all, I’ve had to take care of myself for a long time.” her breath caressing his ear..

As suddenly as she had came to stand behind him she retreated to the water. Her conquest finished and now it was time to finish her bath. A soft smile gracing her features. She had felt him tense when her hands encircled his throat.

“Agreed Baralineth.” he answered stoically

Then he marched off into the forest without looking back.

If he had looked back Laindawar would have seen the crimson blush that covered Muil’s cheeks. Her eyes wide  and her mouth slightly agape. Her long hair, darkened by the wetness and the night, dripping it’s over ripeness onto her shoulders.

He had called her by her name.

Not Muil, but her mother-name. A soft, hopeful smile slowly crept onto her features as she brought her hands up to touch her lips. A soft, wistful sigh escaping her as she shook her head. A soft hum soon escaping her as her smile grew and suddenly she started to sing. Hope filling her for the first time in a ages. But the hope of what?

Some time later Muil returned from her bath. Her dusty clothing draped neatly over her one arm and her long hair in a simple four-strand braid to keep it from dragging to much on the ground. She was wearing only her undergarments so she could change clothing when she reached her wagon.

Smiling she saw that Jeri was still on guard-duty, Kara was sleeping and Meluiwen had woken up to face her day. A bright cheerful smile on her face as she trotted over to her “momee”. Her hair in disarray as she had put it up herself so it seemed.

“Momee need to dress.” she stated. Putting her hands on her hips as she stared up at Muil. Her bright blue eyes glowing like a cats.

Chuckling she crouched down and pulled the orc-child into a hug. Kissing her forehead gently. “Mommy will darling. But first…can I fix your hair.”

“No! I dids it meshelf!”

Sighing exasperatedly she couldn’t help but grin. This was going to be a long, long night.

pigenor – Tiny One

trethril – Troubler/Harrasser

Avari – Those elves who refused the summons to Valinor. 

OMG AHAHAHAHAHAHA I AM DYING AT THE THOUGHT OF LAINDAWAR BEING ALL ‘OHFUCKSHIT UM OKAY’ IN THIS MOMENT, *sniggers* and the fact that he uses her mother-name and betrays his friendly feelings by accident – lolol omg that is SO him. He holds his positive emotions verrrrrry close, and isn’t always aware of them (see: his conversation with Jeri on the battlements) – and always ends up letting them out in odd ways! 

holy heck Muil is so damn cool ❤ love the teasing names, and that they really, really can’t help but be abrasive at each other, even when one of them is naked!!

AHHH THANK YOU! THANK YOU SO MUCH! 

(also Meluiwen is the cutest ever omfg)

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urbanspaceman:

This amazing Russian artist chose to give me an absolutely stunning Gigolas artwork after reading Nothing Gold Can Stay!  Go have a look and give well-deserved kudos?  There is explicit male nudity but no sexual content.  🙂  

Also, reblogs would be appreciated– my tags never show up in the official tag list, so all help getting Risowator much-deserved praise is appreciated!

GORGEOUS!!

L ♥ G – risowator – The Lord of the Rings – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

kooriicolada:

determamfidd:

kooriicolada:

determamfidd:

kooriicolada:

just finished reading the newest Sansukh chapter and just….

GOD

why does this fic have so many emotional highs and lows

my heart cant take it

it’s like

i start out on a nice, easy upward climb–this rollercoasters gonna be fiiiine

and then

wheeeeeeeeeeeeee

i hope you are made of flailing and yells when i post my Gigolas comic, and if i ever posted the fics for them i’ve been slowly working on 😡

DID YOU JUST SAY GIGOLAS COMIC AHHHH 

@determamfidd

Why yes, yes you did…

and i may or may not be streaming my work on it right now >3>

*MUFFLED SHRIEKING FOLLOWED BY WHOOSHING NOISES*

coconutmilkyway:

lord of the rings except LADIES

i feel like im the only one who gives lady dwarves enormous fluffy beards and not tiny pathetic WISPS OF CHEEK FLUFF. more beard please.

 w clothes on gimli and legolas would basically look the same lelel i love the idea of elves n dwarves n orcs having little to no sexual dimorphism 

writingsofprincessmidna:

Pairing: Gimli/Legolas
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Universe: Sansûkh
Rating: Teen and up
Word count: 1139

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Inspiration from @determamfidd – specifically Ivy and Diamonds and this post here.

My first time writing anything Tolkien. Unbetaed

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“Where are you going?” Aragorn asks Legolas as the elf saunters towards the forest.

“Just getting wood,” Legolas replies, though there’s a slight pink tint to his ear tips that tells Aragorn it’s a lie.

“Gimli not coming with you then? To make sure you’re not lost?” There’s a ring to the last word as it slips from Aragorn’s mouth that lets Legolas know that Aragorn knows.

Legolas opens his mouth, his ears now coloured red, but refrains from answering and he bounds into the forest, the eyes of Aragorn upon his back and the knowing smirk upon the ranger’s face something he tries to ignore.

Gimli awaits him at their now usual spot. It had seemed almost too perfect when they discovered it looking for a peaceful place to be alone, a small sheltered place, ringed by trees and tall boulders.

*

“You sure you didn’t sing this into being then, laddie?” Gimli had asked Legolas when he had found the place, brushing aside a curtain of plants hanging down to discover an opening. Legolas had said the kind but Gimli had been too busy staring at the small clearing and the look on Legolas’ face to remember what it was. (Morning Glories, Legolas reminds him of later.)

Legolas had just laughed that true, soaring laughter of his that Gimli so loves and dragged the dwarf down with him, kissing him until they both forgot all else.

*

When Legolas enters, Gimli is waiting for him. Legolas stops dead in his tracks for a moment, watching the sun and shadows play across Gimli’s naked body and a slight breeze rustle his unbound hair and beard.

Again, Legolas finds himself awestruck at the beauty of the dwarf and the folly of his younger self who had called Gimli as he had, who had never thought a dwarf could be pretty. Ah, such a fool he had been.

“You gonna stand there all day, laddie, or are you gonna stare until the sun sets and someone comes looking? Dunno about you, but I’d rather not put on a show for anyone. Except you of course,” Gimli adds, his voice huskier towards the end, a dark glint in his eyes as he locks eyes with Legolas.

Legolas is almost like a blur as he swoops down towards Gimli, shutting his beloved up with a searing kiss.

***

Thorin finds them by going after the sounds coming from the small clearing, too preoccupied to think about the types of sounds coming from there and how Gimli and Legolas says the names of the other person to understand before it’s too late. Passing through the curtain of flowers, he thinks they look beautiful, almost like gold in the sunlight.

And then.

And then he sees, then he realises and Thorin is frozen to the spot. The golden hair on Legolas’ head is spread out around him on the grass, his pale skin flushed, hands spread across Gimli’s broad back and oh…

Gimli’s body is bare, his head crowned with golden flowers and hair undone. For a split second Thorin wonders if he’s ever seen anyone with backside as hairy as Gimli’s, or maybe it’s because the elf lacks hair except that on his head and…

Thorin stops his eyes from wandering further, a hand clasped over his eyes as he lets out a sound that Gimli is thankfully too preoccupied to hear.

When the stars carry him away they burn bright and leaves his eyes burning and for once Thorin finds himself grateful because they might help him in un-seeing what he just witnessed and will never tell anyone about.

But of course he’s not that lucky. His watches are never this short and so when he finds his brother on the way to his workroom, of course Frerin must ask him about it.

“Done so soon, brother? Saw something you didn’t want to?” There’s a teasing tone to Frerin’s voice that briefly makes Thorin wonder if his brother knows. Thorin stares at his brother, so young, so innocent and wonders what he should say, whether or not to spare him this, but it’s too late.

Frerin’s eyes are wide, as wide as the pleading eyes of a Hobbit and Thorin doesn’t say anything. Frerin stares back at him, no sound coming from either of the brothers, because there’s really not much to say in situations like these.

“At least you didn’t see it. I wish I never saw so much of an elf. Or a hairy backside. At least your eyes and mind were spared, nadad.”

They lock eyes, shuddering before looking away, both muttering “‘urrel” under their breath and walking away from the other; Thorin to his forge and Frerin to drink himself stupid.

***

When they’ve rested, Legolas braids Gimli’s hair and beard, attaching the crown of flowers upon his head again, twinning some of his hair around it to keep it in place.

He looks at Gimlin once he’s done, a look of utter adoration on his face.

“Gold suits you, meleth nín. Would that I had some berries for beads, or branches the colour of your hair to go with it…”

“Aye, well, my family and gold don’t go together well to be frank, but this… Sabannimi. Âkminrûk zu, Âzyungeluh.”

His head tipped to the side, Legolas looks upon Gimli with a loving smile on his lips.

“You should teach me your language, Mell nín. As much as I love the way you speak when you you slip into khuzdul, I would prefer to understand what you say and not have to guess from the tone of your voice.”

“Ach, well. I doubt we can upset my kinsmen more than we have already,” Gimli replies, a thoughtful look on his face. “Although, I cannae promise anyone won’t return to the stone were you to greet any of them.” He shrugs, as though what others will think of it doesn’t bother him.

“Say, what did you tell Aragorn we were doing again? Might as well do it, although I’m pretty sure he knows what we’re doing, stealing away from camp as we do.”

Legolas blinks at Gimli, as though the elf had been lost in thought and not realised Gimli has gotten up and gotten ready to leave.

“You’re a lost cause, lad. Can’t go amongst the trees without going odd in the head.” Gimli smiles as Legolas, then kisses him, letting the kiss linger until he feels he needs to end it or they’ll spend more time away from the camp.

“Wood,” Legolas finally replies. “I told him we were getting wood.”

“Well, then. Let’s go chop down some of them poor trees. You just tell me if they’re alive or not first; wouldn’t do good to anger an entire forest now would it?”

Legolas laughs, lilting and light.

ME RN:

sjdhfgkajhdsgajhdfa this is SO FANTASTIC ASJHDFHSGFDGHSD AHHHHH 

thank you THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH – i can’t believe that a one-off line in Ivy and Diamonds elicited such GORGEOUSNESS and ohgod poor ThORIN POOR ICKLE FRERIN HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 

and GUH yes nekkid Gimli in a pretty little bower

and GUH yes all the loverly talkings, and nnngh teach-the-language yesss so so beautiful, i love the languid atmosphere and the intimacy and ohhh such love

PLUS I COULDN’T NOT SNORT BC ARAGORN WOULD BE LIKE:

yeah right, Legolas

you sure were ‘getting wood’