made a sad fanfic abt Legolas and Gimli ig
(Basically Legolas is an over dramatic reck and Gimli is tired of his bs)
P.S. I was very lazy w/ this one so mind the grammar or bad spelling/wording
Inspired by: House in Nebraska by Ethel Cain
Legolas had been in a mood. Gimli or any other being with eyes could understand that. His elf simply couldn’t grasp that his mind was not a nice place to run off to during the morning hours.
Gimli knew it must be frustrating to be in love with a dwarf when your entire lifestyle is different from him.
Legolas rarely slept but seemed to always wake up early in the morning yet it seemed Gimli always slept soundly during the night and could not seem to stir as quickly and effortlessly as his counterpart.
Though the dwarf did wake ever so often to the blonde hunched over on the opposite side of the bed, faced away and far away as he could look. Gimli understood this was one of those nights.
The dwarf had slept for a couple of hours. It had been a long day for them both so it was for once surprising to see the elf not to be in his lifeless sleeping state.
The pair had traveled to a small town for medicine in case of emergency which the two quickly agreed on and had made their way to a few buildings passing through streets and shops swiftly.
The town was as is said, quite small, but that did not stop the many people and children from crowding the streets and bumping shoulders to passersby.
One child in particular had bumped into Legolas knocking both Gimli and himself back a little ways.
The child had excused himself and ran off into the sea of bodies and yelled for what was assumed to be his friends.
Gimli hadn’t thought much of it more so than he simply complained that the boy should be more careful. Legolas had of course thought deeply about this small encounter, his love couldn’t resist to make a mountain out of a small hill.
When they agreed to purchase a room for the night at the towns local tavern it was easy enough to say Legolas had been off in ways. He no longer chirped up to giggle and argue as he once did.
He no longer looked in the mirrors that he passed (which Gimli made fun of often) to make sure his hair and himself looked presentable.
Gimli assumed it would become less of a problem and more of a solution as the elf sat in their room and thought. Yet it seemed as Gimli woke up next to a far off Legolas he had thought wrong.
“What ails you elf?” Gimli grunted out from under the covers, slowly but surely pushing himself up and shuffling over to sit beside the skinny being.
“It is nothing.” he spoke lowly just barely enough for the dwarf to hear.
Gimli scoffed and looked around the room before replying.
“It must be something of worry since it has kept you up this late into the night.” the red head commented with a nudge of his elbow.
“I am often awake in many hours of the night.” Legolas replied with his face still downward and his attention turned to the floor as if a Nazgûl would burst through the wood.
“Yet we have recently had longer and more stressful days.” Gimli leaned forward and over the blondes back to look at the mans hidden face. “It is out of place even for an elf not to rest.”
Legolas didn’t reply.
Outside Gimli could hear and feel the thunder and rain whirl and whip around the tavern. Legolas turned over to light a candle which made Gimli dip closer to him.
The dwarf had also moved to pick up his leftover cup of water from a nearby dresser before sitting back down.
Finally the pale and bony features had turned towards him.
Gimli had been told that Legolas was more chubby in the eyes of other elves. Gimli laughed when he had heard. Legolas was lean and fit and all around too skinny in the dwarfs opinion.
The only reason someone could have said that was because Legolas was younger and had a slightly rounder face. It made Gimli laugh whenever he thought of it.
“Gimli I-“ the dwarf watched as the blonde thought about the right words, “I worry about you.” he confessed now looking slightly a ways up. Not meeting the others eyes.
“Me? Why would you be worried amrâlimê?” Gimli laughed softly careful not to knock the cup of water that now rests against his crossed legs.
Silence one more rolled in and surrounded the two while Gimli silently sipped from the cup.
“I cannot bare you children.”
Gimli choked and spat out his drink with a surprised elf sitting up and patting his back. It took Gimli and minute or two to recover.
“Legolas lad what on earth brought this on?” Gimli cleared his throat and looked up to the blonde. Legolas grimaced and rubbed his temple.
“That child that bumped into me in town,” Gimli ever so slightly rolled his eyes making the elf hit his arm with a small slap. “It made me think.”
“Of?”
“Of how you have a life already so short and I cannot bare you any child or give you any real love-“ Gimli bursted out laughing, clutching his stomach with his right hand while his left gripped onto Legolas’ shoulder.
“Elf I assure you you give me all the real love I need.” Legolas reddened ever so slightly at the comment.
“As for children,” the elf looked sadly down at the dwarf. Gimli thought carefully before continuing.
“I have no unbearable urge to have a child so there is no need in the worry for it.” he stated simply.
“You do not understand me Gimli.”
“I wish to not deprive you of your life’s riches nor make you wish other than it.” Legolas was serious as he could be.
“I don’t like you like this.” Gimli spoke honestly. The elf uncreased his eyebrows slightly at the statement.
“So worried,” Gimli scoffed as he looked up at the other. The elf’s expression was pouted, his eyebrows creased. The mans eyes were upsettingly beautiful like this.
In the sun they were a beautiful shade of blue but now alone in the dark they were deep hues of brown swirling with something Gimli knew too well.
“You are starting to act like your father.”
Legolas let out a heavy laugh as though it hurt him to be somewhat happy in these moments. Gimli put his hand over Legolas. The man was not laughing he was crying. The dwarf soothed the others shoulder with his free hand.
“I do not wish to be like him.” Legolas choked out. His voice crumbled and indifferent to how he normally spoke.
Gimli simply looked at the man who refused to look back. Rarely ever did they speak of their sadness. Far too used to simply holding one another while they cried.
It was one of the first things they bonded over. No matter how much hate one person has for another everyone suffers the same.
“Lad you can speak to me you know..?” Gimli said softly. The grip on Legolas was tensed a little to show emphasis. The elf sniffed and scrunched his face.
“It is not fair.” Legolas spat out using his free hand to desperately wipe his tears away.
“No,” Gimli already knew what the other was talking about. “Although you have me now do you not?” the dwarf chuckled and knocked the other with the back of his hand. The gesture becoming all too known to the two of them.
“Yes but I will loose you soon enough.” Legolas croaked out. Gimli huffed and shook his head.
“Lad you need to sleep.” Gimli replied knowing that when Legolas woke in the morning he would come to his senses that he has more time with the dwarf than his sleep deprived self believes.
“No!” Legolas jumps up almost knocking the remainder of the water out of Gimlis hands. The elf now held each large shoulder in his long pale hands while he leaned into Gimli’s personal space.
“Lad-“
“It hurts!” he yelled into the redheads freckles face. Anger seeping out and through his words.
“It hurts to miss you while you are still here!”Legolas’ voice broke slightly though the anguish.
Gimli sat still much like stone. The state at which his lover was in is not to be messed with now.
“What will I do once you’ve left?” he asked in an crazed tone.
“Go home? Act as if nothing has changed?”
“I refuse.” Legolas got nose to nose with the dwarf as he grimaced out the words of hateful promise.
“It would delight my father to see me move on from you but I refuse.” heavy tears streamed down the pale face in front of Gimli. The elf’s upturned nose was now a irritated red.
“It hurts me even now, a soaring pain throughout my chest!” he hit his chest with his pointer fingers.
“If it hurts to miss you when you are right here! I only imagine the hurt I will endure once you have really left me.” Legolas seethed through his teeth trying to regain composer that he kept so often.
Gimli slowly lifted his haired hand to wipe the tears from Legolas’ face.
The blonde caved in the burning anger and replaced it with a deep sadness. The elf leaned into the hand with his own hands wrapping around Gimli’s wrist for support.
“Legolas.”
The elf hadn’t realized he had closed his eyes until the dwarf had spoke his name.
The redhead stared sadly at the elf in his hand. The blondes face was tear stained and reddened, the dark eyebrows upturned in a hurt expression with the rest of his scrunched up face.
Gimli sighed once more and stroked the side of the elf’s face.
“Let me braid your hair.” the dwarf slowly moved his hand so the blonde had time to lift his head away.
“Why?” he croaked.
“Just wait you impatient little elven prince.”
Legolas laughed and smiled softly as Gimli maneuvered his way to get to the side of the elf. Legolas relaxed upon the strands of his long blonde hair twirling and wrapping around Gimli’s strong fingers.
The dwarf chuckled as the other seemed to purr much like that of a cat as the large fingers separated the layers of hair.
“That was quick.” Legolas commented as Gimli pressed a small kiss to his cheek.
“Braiding you lovers hair is a necessity,” he explains before the red strands intertwine with blonde ones. This makes Legolas turn wild eyes toward his dwarf.
“What in middle earth are you doing?” Legolas questioned assuming his outrage had scared the poor dwarf mad.
Gimli smiled and continued to braid their hair together. With one last twist the long braid turned into one.
Beautiful strands of blonde twirled in with bright red until it reached the top where they colors split and went into the respective strands of their two owners.
“Is this another custom of yours?” Legolas raised an eyebrow at his lover who was now connected to him via braid.
“No.” Gimli answered. The dwarf yanked the two backwards making Legolas unwillingly follow because of the pure pull from his scalp. The elf let out a yelp of pain and then laughter as he now laid down beside Gimli on his side of the bed.
Just as he was about to ask what he was doing Gimli snipped his side of the braid off just before it connected. Legolas gasped and shoved the dwarf.
Gimli swerved and managed to not stab himself with the small knife he had kept by the bedside table.
Gimli turned back now that he had place the knife far away to look at the elf.
“You look mad.” Legolas said bluntly. Gimli barked with laughter as Legolas lifted the now red and blonde braid he sported.
Silence went over them and Gimli felt like he had elven hearing from how many different sounds he could now hear through the tavern room.
“Even though the red strand is gone Legolas,” the elf looked up and into the others eyes almost close enough to feel his breath.
“Doesn’t mean it’s not still there.” Gimli explained with a sad smile and rubbed his hand over the others back. Legolas cracked a small smile and the tears flowed back.
“You ruined your hair for an explanation?” he gasped out through the tears.
“It’ll grow back good as new.” Gimli smiled back.
They hugged the rest of the night. Slept as one soul and one being. If Legolas kept the others hair in his own who is to judge. Questions raised and eyes glared but Legolas nor Gimli cared for it.
In the end there is no one other than each other that they would rather be ridiculed with. Although the terrors still continued, they lessened by their words or ways while Gimli was there. Still there.
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