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When You Are With Me: 3. Reflection

Gimli sighed, and felt the exhaustion of the day's battle settle into his
shoulders and his back. The glow of the moon filtered through the dingy
little window above their heads. He felt tired. He wished Aragorn were
here. He might know what to do. Gimli certainly did not.

He wished also for a bath and a comfortable bed and cold ale, but knew he
wasn't likely to get any of these things for some time to come. He shifted
his position on the floor to keep his legs from cramping up and berated
himself. He was a dwarf, after all, and could do without a few comforts on
the battlefield. He had seen worse times than this by far. Yet a
weariness weighed upon his heart that he had trouble shrugging off. Even
had he wanted rest, sleep would not have come to him. He could not stop
his gaze from constantly wandering to his stricken friend. He feared to
close his eyes lest Legolas should wake, or worse, lest Legolas should
never wake again.

He found himself staring down once more at the elf's form beside him,
seeking reassurance in the slight rise and fall of Legolas's breast that
marked he was still among the living. Gimli felt panic well up inside him
when, for a moment, it seemed to him that Legolas had gone terribly,
terribly still. His own heart lurched and the elf's name stuck in his
throat. The dwarf breathed a ragged sigh of relief when Legolas stirred
and murmured softly in whatever black dreams he wandered.

Gimli ran tentative fingers down the column of the elf's smooth neck,
feeling for a pulse. It was faint, but steady.

Like a wounded animal, Gimli thought as he watched him. A proud deer,
strength and innocence bound into one being, brought down by a hunter's
arrow, his spirit shattered.

He jerked his head away irritably.
He was becoming as sentimental as the blasted elf. If he wasn't careful,
soon he'd be out attempting to sing to the trees.

That image brought a brief smile to his lips. He looked askance at Legolas
next to him, and the dwarf realized something which gave him some small
comfort. Legolas seemed to shimmer faintly in the near darkness. This was
nothing new, certainly. The dwarf had noticed this before in the nights
during their long hunt with Aragorn, and he had shrugged it off as yet
another annoying quality about his elven companion. He had scoffed then,
telling Legolas to cast a blanket over himself lest he keep the other two
awake. "Like sleeping next to an enormous willowisp," he had grumbled.

Now, as he sat there worrying and musing in the small room, Gimli paused to
reflect on it. Perhaps the elves were made up of a bit of the stars they
loved and revered, he thought. He had certainly never been close enough to
many elves to ever ask, and while he had known Legolas, such matters had
not come up. He had not spent much time looking up at the sky in his life
before he had met Legolas. He much preferred the earth, and would not to
waste his attention dreaming upon clouds and contemplating the stars. What
dwarf would! Such things were far removed from everyday life and served no
purpose. But that glow about his companion gave the dwarf hope, even as he
shook his head once more at the strangeness of this eldest of races. It
reminded him of Rivendell, of Lothlorien... of Elrond and Celeborn, and the
Lady Galadriel, of something more profound that those bound to Middle-earth
could fathom. The elves were fading, if all that was said was true, but
there was greatness in them yet, and he had to admit that there was perhaps
more to life now than he had ever understood living with his kin beneath
the Lonely Mountain.

Whatever fate held for Legolas, he was not meant to die here, he was
certain of that. He could not die here. He would not die here.

Gimli was taken aback by how disturbed he was at the thought, at how dear
Legolas had become to him, a hardened dwarf who not so long ago would have
scorned the thought that he'd ever be worrying over an elf. There was a
time he would have thought anyone mad who told him that without a moment's
consideration he would willingly trade his own life for Legolas's, to have
him well and standing tall once more, dauntless and untouchable and
annoyingly light of heart as ever he was.

But that was how it stood. He wanted nothing more than just that.
Despair crept back into Gimli's soul and he anxiously kept watch once more
over the pale, sleeping face of the elf before him, such exhaustion closing
even those eyes... and yet shimmering with that light even such devilry as
Saruman devised could not quench.

He stayed near Legolas's side, distracted and lost in thought. He did not
notice Legolas awaken until he felt an almost imperceptible pressure of
fingers upon his arm. He blinked to find the elf watching him.

"You... are still here..." Legolas murmured softly. His gaze was abstract,
as if he were still walking in a dream.

"Of course I am, you fool of an Elf. Where did you think I'd go?"

Legolas closed his eyes slowly and swallowed. In a hushed voice he said,
"Please... do not leave me."

Overwhelmed, Gimli bowed his head and felt hot tears form. "I won't."
He bent and pressed his lips to the elf's brow tenderly. Legolas moaned at
the touch. A compulsion took him over, and before Gimli stopped to think,
the dwarf lowered his head and gently brushed his lips over Legolas's.

The elf drew in a slight, quick breath. Gimli froze, disbelieving.

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Last Update: 09 Sep 06
Stories: 44
Type: Reader List
Created By: Mar'isu

Legolas and Gimli. Acting, reacting, interacting.

Why This Story?

Slash of the hurt/comfort variety. Well written and really sucks you in.


Story Information

Author: Nimue

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - Ring War

Genre: Action

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 05/20/03

Original Post: 07/17/02

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