#gigolas fanfiction

[aphroditesmoon]

ෆ masterlist ๑⁠˙

AO3 ACCOUNT for my book ship fanfics

requests: closed 🫶

A/N: there is no guarantee that I will do your request, I write what im comfortable with.

DNI: racists, sexists, homophobes, ableists, pro-israel

fandoms; -house of the dragon, -the last of us(hbo/game), -wednesday(netflix), -lord of the rings(books/movies), -the last kingdom(netflix), -cosmere(brandon sanderson), -narnia(books/movies), -spiderverse(itsv/atsv), - mortal kombat(game), -call of duty modern warfare(game), -percy jackson and the olympians (books and tv series)

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIAN°°°

Clarisse La Rue X Reader

enemies to lovers hcs

(warning: mild violence, kissing )

the look of love, the rush of blood

(warnings: aphrodites daughter!reader, fluff)

back to you

(warnings: ep2 spoilers, protective clarisse)

I like a challenge when the prize is you

(warnings: platonic luke x reader, kissing)

wish you'd tell me

(warnings: oblivious reader, flirty clarisse, kissing, mostly fluff)

cause I love this curse on our house

(warnings: sparring violence, arguing, hurt/comfort, fluff at end)

love letters from the sea to the shore

(warnings: siren reader, slightly ooc clarisse)

lacrymosa part 2

(warnings: in chapter description)

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SPIDERVERSE°°°

Gwen Stacy X Reader

first date hcs

(warnings: none, fluff, fem reader)

relationship hcs. fluff hcs 2

(warnings: cursing, fluff, kissing)

lose your faith in me

(warnings: hurt/comfort, curse words, gn reader)

mirrored hearts

(warnings: afab reader, gn terms, spider-person reader, curse words)

love it if we made it

(warnings: curse words, gwen's peter is alive, gn terms, reader described as having long hair)

picture me better

(warnings: none, afab reader, gn terms, flirty gwen, adhd coded reader, fluff)

I'm holding my night in your hands

(warnings: fem!reader, flirty gwen, maybe ooc gwen a bit, overthinker reader, fluff)

see how it shines

(warnings: none, fluff, flirty gwen, fem reader)

heaven

(warnings: angst)

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THE LAST OF US°°°

Joel Miller x Reader

running free

(warnings: angst w fluff, mentions of blood)

here with me

(warnings: age gap (reader is 34), fluff)

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Tommy Miller X Reader

dating tommy hcs (warnings: nsfw, pregnancy, mentions of gun/shooting)

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Tess Servopoulos x Reader

tess x sunshine reader: oneshots/hcs

be sweet to me (warnings: violence/robbery)

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LOTR/ THE HOBBIT°°°

Gigolas (Legolas Greenleaf x Gimli Son Of Gloin)

winterlude

(warnings: none)

sweet creature

(warnings: gore, blood, orcs)

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Boromir son of Denethor x Reader

lady of the lake

(warnings: lotr spoiler, physical assault (unintentional)

halfling

(warnings: none)

let time heal

(warnings: wounds, injuries)

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Aragorn son of Arathorn X Reader

shrike

(warnings: hurt/comfort ish, mostly fluff, mentioned nudity)

Legolas Greenleaf x Reader

too close

(warnings; nsfw, smut, enemies to lovers, jerk leggy)

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WEDNESDAY °°°

Wenclair (wednesday addams x enid sinclair)

afterglow

(warnings: slight angst w fluff ending)

cara mia

(warnings: implications of homophobia)

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Wenclair x Reader

dove

(warnings: bullying, outcast reader, gender neutral terms for reader)

like real people do

(warnings: transmasc reader, afab reader, nb pronouns)

cherry pit

(warnings: requested/reader with name)

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Xavier Thorpe x Reader

it's you I think of

(warnings: (jealous!xavier, fluff ending)

as strange as it seems

(warnings: none)

how to get out of love

part ii

(warnings: angst, mentions of blood and wounds)

newlyweds hcs

(warnings: slight nsfw, absent parent)

celebrating your birthday with him hcs

(warnings: reader uses he/him pronouns)

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Yoko Tanaka x Reader

devil's sweetheart

(warnings: smut, nsfw, minors dni!!, mention of abusive relationship, cheating)

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Wednesday Addams x Xavier Thorpe

(coming soon)

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THE LAST KINGDOM°°°

Osferth x Reader

from eden

(warnings; smut, nsfw (minors dni!!)

tinderbox of a heart

(warnings: mentions of prostitution and child neglect)

osferth taking care of sick wife reader hcs

(warnings: none)

sweet

(warnings: nsfw, smut (minors dni!!), slight angst, black cat/golden retriever)

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Sihtric Kjartansson x Reader

in full bloom

(warnings: pregnant reader, bit gore, s5 spoilers)

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HOTD°°°

Jacaerys Velaryon

replaceable

(warnings; angst, minor character deaths)

- part ii

- part iii

- part iv (nsfw!!)

lady of the house of wolves

(warnings - gore, violence, minor character death)

bejeweled

(warnings; nsfw, smut, minors dni!!)

all's blood runs dry but yours

(warnings; blood, nsfw, smut, minors dni!!)

kerosene

(warnings: none yet)

- part ii

- part iii

opal angel

(warnings: none)

jace as your boyfriend (modern!au)

(warnings: smut, minors dni!!)

daughter of whispers

(warnings; none)

delicate

(warnings: THAT decapitation scene)

halloween

(warnings: grief, mentions of death)

reverie

(warnings: social anxiety, nsfw, smut, minors dni!!)

go as a dream

(warnings: none)

out of touch

(warnings: nsfw(minors dni!!), gore, slight angst + fluff

ending)

lotus

(warnings: none)

silver into rain

(warnings: none)

jace with breeding kink hcs

(warnings: nsfw, smut, minors dni!!)

jealous jace

(warnings: none)

andromeda

(warnings: angst w fluff ending)

kill bill

(warnings: jealous!reader)

mended hearts once sewed apart

(warnings: angst w fluff, jacemond has beef)

thoroughfare

(warnings: angst, death)

jace as a daddy's girl hcs

(warnings; none)

moonkissed

(warnings: nsfw, smut (minors dni!!)

tutoring jace modern!au hcs

(warnings:none)

golden

(warnings: slavery, mentions of SA)

part 2 part 3 part4

sweetest thing on this side of heaven

(warnings: none)

stuck on a puzzle

(warnings: bit angst, all characters r aged up)

heavy is the crown

(warnings; aged-up jace, mentions of canon character deaths, nsfw, mentions of smut, grief)

let the light in

(warnings: cheating(not on jace), infidelity, grief, angst)

fade into you

(warnings: age-gap, targcest)

sea, swallow me

(warnings in description)

Part 2 part 3 part 4

you go back to the old house but you've been locked out

(warnings in description)

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Harwin Strong

melting moment

(warnings: smut, minors dni!!)

[tathrin]

A Gimleaf Thought:

Dwarves for whom their braids are a huge aspect of their identity and presentation, and which are consequently considered Not Appropriate to touch casually unless you are on very intimate terms. Stroking a dwarf's beard-braid in public in more than the lightest and most fleeting of touches would honestly be more inappropriate than just reaching down and grabbing their cock, it's on that level of intimacy, right?

Elves whose ears are extremely sensitive, not just in the keenness of their hearing but in terms of touch, too. (Yes, Viggo, this one is for you.) Throw in some social aspects of the importance of song to elvish life and spirits (this world was literally Sung into existence, remember, and the elves are very bound to this world and its Song) and you end up with a similar situation, where touching an elf's ears is like the most intimate gesture ever. Not something you would do casually, or to anyone you weren't on like...imminent-betrothal-level terms with at least. With me so far?

Well: Gimli does not know this about elves. Legolas does not know this about dwarves.

The first time Legolas starts toying with Gimli's beard, it's as much idle curiosity as anything: elves like pretty hair, and pretty braids, and Gimli's beard is very pretty. (And he asked Galadriel for her hair! and got three strands! so clearly Talking About Pretty Hair is something they can both appreciate, and thus bond over!) Gimli goes BEET red not that Legolas notices because he hasn't figured out that only elves blush with their ears yet but is too shocked to muster even a token protest, and by the time he remembers how to breathe it's too late, Legolas has already been talking for ten minutes about how nice Gimli's hair is and can he teach him some of those braids they look neat...? and Gimli can't possibly bark at him to stop touching them now, can he? That would be rude. And anyway, Legolas clearly has no idea what fondling a dwarf's beard implies, and there are no other dwarves around to see him now, so it's harmless. It means nothing. Nothing.

Meanwhile the first time Gimli touches Legolas's ears, it's to flick one of them in jest as he teases him for being able to hear a butterfly yawn from forty leagues, you silly creature! Legolas also flushes, dark enough that his brown ears look like they've been dipped in some of his father's favorite wine, but he's never been that good at saying things delicately anyway, and he doesn't want to rebuff the dwarf when Gimli clearly has no idea the implications of what he's just done or the fact that Legolas is shivering all the way from the tips of those ears down to his toes right now and it would be rude to explain now, when Gimli has already moved on to his next clever jest, so Legolas just blushes and lets it go, it's not like Gimli will be able to reach his ears often so he doesn't need to worry about it...

Only somehow they seem to keep finding spots where the road dips and curves, or there's rubble to sit on, and then the mines are just full of broken stones at convenient heights; and then they end up in a boat together, where Gimli can absolutely reach them; and well at least they're not in Lórien now so nobody is around who will know what that means, so Legolas doesn't have to avoid his hands anymore; and then they end up on a horse together, and his ears are even more easy to reach now; and then they're resting on the wall of the Hornburg waiting for the orcs to come and it's very comforting, actually, to have Gimli's hands stroking his ears like that, callused yes but so soft and gentle; and by the time they get to Gondor it's far too ingrained a habit to stop...not that Legolas wants him to.

Meanwhile, of course, Aragorn and Gandalf know EXACTLY what both braids and ears mean to both dwarves and elves, and they spend weeks gossiping together in quiet Quenya about it, and taking bets on what will happen when one or the other one of them cottons-on to what that means to the other one, and who will find out what first, etc etc.

(When Gandalf meets the Three Hunters again in Fangorn, the state of those bets is one of the first thing he asks Aragorn to fill him in on during the ride to Edoras because all wizards are gossip queens.)

And then the Grey Company shows up, with Elladan and Elrohir, and Legolas watches his whole long life flash before his eyes when Gimli reaches up to give his ear a caress—a friendly and completely platonic caress of course, it's not like he knows what that gesture means, he couldn't possibly have figured it out and be doing it on purpose now, don't be absurd you silly elf—right where they can see it!

Gimli suffers much the same experience when over the campfire that night Halbarad casually mentions all the dwarves he's befriended during his time as a Ranger, why Gimli he even knew your dad back when you were all living in the Blue Mountains, nice to see you've gotten your journeyman braid I bet that made Glóin very proud...

Gimli goes as red as Legolas's ears, and then as pale as Saruman's robes. Aragorn silently curses that Gandalf isn't here to see what comes next (he is going to gripe so hard when he finds out he missed the big reveal!) and holds his breath, waiting to discover who's about to win (and lose) all those bets...

[mischalives]

Chapter 13 of 13 is out! STORY COMPLETED 😭

Shit I was not ready for the feelings I would get when Song of Stone would finish, but here we are.

Only... We know very well that the road ever goes on :)

So enjoy the final chapter of a 120k monster of a fic that was written because of a Gigolas dream. Lol

I won't spoil anything on how it will finish... Just... TRUST ME, OKAY? Happy endings are mandatory in my world.

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"Song of Stone" is a post War of the Ring AU with Consort Bilbo, Bagginshield, Gigolas and all that's good in Middle Earth.

In the aftermath of the War of the Ring, Bilbo's kicking back in Erebor, thinking life is FINALLY gonna be all sunshine and daisies. But when Gimli comes waltzing back after a year of adventures and as love-sick as one can get, suddenly peace is just a distant memory.

Erebor gets thrown into a crazy mix of dwarf politics, love between an elf and a dwarf starts diplomatic chaos, internal fights erupt within the mountain, and, believe it or not, there are some marriage problems too for Bilbo and Thorin.

As the halls of Erebor become a hotbed of conflicts, Bilbo's stuck right in the middle of it. Leadership headaches, unconventional romance, and that pesky backache that never leaves him make for a wild ride. It's post-War mayhem, and Erebor and the whole world are rocking with the beats of change.

[katajainen]

Timing, and other matters of inconvenience (1930 words) by katajainen Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gimli (Son of Glóin)/Legolas Greenleaf Characters: Gimli (Son of Glóin), Legolas Greenleaf Additional Tags: Hornburg, Post-Battle of the Hornburg|Helm's Deep, Legolas is a wet rat, Bathing/Washing, Awkward Boners, Unexpected escalation, (or at least unexpected to Gimli), Masturbation, Shared Masturbation, LaCE compliant, fantasies, UST, SO MANY bad innuendos send help, (also please stop talking for a hot minute you two), Smubble, Extra-large Smubble, no beta we die like Boromir

Summary:

Gimli simply wishes to prod his friend out of his rain-soaked clothes. But that doesn't mean he won't appreciate the unintended outcome of his efforts.

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What it says on the tin; written for the Songkran Smubbles event theme 'Wet'.

[mushroomwitches]

Okay so I am very adhd and have like a ton of drafts started for some fanfic ideas and wanted to focus on one to start with, but I wanted to get peoples opinions because I’m also very indecisive! Below the cut I will explain each option I have that I’ve started to help!

Slight Spoiler warnings

Option 1: okay so this idea is inspired by mamuro-chiba-ua ‘s artwork here on tumblr, though I have seen other talk about in on here, but their artwork and Au made me start to wonder how being the uncle to Vivi would effect buggy! This would focus on buggy as he goes about his life and would be a cross guild (crocodile, mihawk, and buggy! )

Option 2: for whatever reason kaveh and Alhaitham give me the swan Princess vibes. So this story would follow kaveh as he is captured by Dori and given to a mysterious man who changes him into a paradisea by day, only allowing him to return to his human form at night to build for him. Can Alhaitham save him or will he be trapped forever ( featuring Tighnari, collei and Layla as the others trapped with Kaveh and also turned into animals, Cyno as Alhaitham friend and Faruzan as the overly annoyed and sarcastic advisor to Alhaitham )

Option 3: so this one could either be gigolas or aralas, both work and I am a multi shipper who loves both options! I could also tweak this and make it a throuple if anyone is interested in that. But basically I was a total band kid and feel like Legolas would be a color guard member. Now if I do Gimli, that boy is definitely a percussionist, and I would say I could see him in the drum line as a bass player. If it’s Aragorn, I am a little more torn on that, I could see Aragorn as either a low brass player or the drum major! Basically a fun marching band AU (specifically based on DCI (drum corps international) which goes to 21 so they would all be over the age of 18!)

Option 4: so I’ll set the stage. Bilbo is the lead in the local theater companies upcoming production of Les Miserables (could totally see him singing who am I, like the voice of the original Jean Val Jean just fits in my head). But oh no, Bilbo’s babysitter ( *cough cough* Gandalf) didn’t show up and now he has to bring baby frodo with him, but he has to practice. So he call Bofur, his friend from college to see if he could come to watch frodo while he’s performing. Bofur agrees easily, but is also currently dealing with a brooding Thorin after a really shitty date and decides to bring him with. Thorin isn’t thrilled, claiming to hate musicals and only like his metal and stuff he can play with the rest of the band, but sees Bofur won’t let it go and agrees to go. He goes right in time to watch Bilbo practice the who am I song and just is like damn. Basically meet cute here and then just follows their life from there with all of life’s up and downs (plus cute little kids with frodo, fili and kili)

Option 5: okay so shanks and buggy give off like such ex energy, and I just love the idea of they got like married real young and got divorced a year or 2 later because they both wanted different things, but they are forced together like 20 years later (either a job, event, taking care of roger who is sick, something like that) and being to fall in love again!

Option 6: so I feel like this is pretty self explanatory. Basically I have begun taking both the hobbit and lotr and putting them into the star wars universe! The hobbit would include ships like bagginshield and lotr would include ships like samfro, Aragorn x Arwen, and gigolas!

But yeah feel free to answer the poll and comment or pop into my inbox with any questions!

[herbirdglitter]

So I started reading Sansukh. I’m only about 13 chapters in and it is already ruining my life. I keep trying to read it during live history lectures and I keep missing slides. The rings under my eyes are huge. I never even really shipped Bagginshield, I was reading for gigolas but I will never recover

[unendingwanderlust]

There are way too few Accidental Marriage Gimli/Legolas fics (despite the amazing potential), so I thought I'd do my part!

TITLE: Of Spider Silk And Escaping Prisoners RATING: E WARNINGS: None RELATIONSHIPS: Gimli/Legolas, minor Thranduil/Thranduil's Wife

SUMMARY: Legolas quickly reaches the conclusion that becoming an adult sucks! He has all these new responsibilities as the crown prince, he is feeling very strange feelings for his secret best friend Gimli- and, as the cherry on top of the disaster cake, Gollum just escaped from the Woodland Realm and it is Legolas’s fault.

In which no one ever told Legolas about the birds and the bees, and he ends up accidentally married to Gimli just before setting out for Rivendell…

“Remember,” Thranduil says, “no holding hands or kissing an ellon or elleth-” “…until I am at least two thousand,” Legolas rolls his eyes. “I know.” “Exactly. And you are not, under any circumstances, to be all alone with any elf you find fair.” Technically, Legolas has not been breaking any rules. He has not been all alone with any elves he finds fair. “Why, what could possibly happen?” “We will tell you when you are older. Now, have you checked that you packed everything?” Thranduil inquires.

READ CHAPTER 1 HERE

[nihilizzzm]

Here I present u Gimli and Legolas moment from my ff, enjoy. As always, I will check the grammar after I write the whole chapter so ignore (or don’t, point it out, that would be better) any mistakes.

Above the fire someone placed a steel kettle.

Someone being probably Legolas, who was right now sitting on the floor with a cup in his hand, smiling and listening to some dwarven story Gimli was currently telling him. The Dwarf was seated right next to the Elf, with pipe in one hand and beer in the other. When they finally noticed Aragorn, standing in the entrance, Gimli waved at him with a muffled “ay, laddie!”

“Come, join us, Estel!” Legolas gave him a big smile. “Master Dwarf was just telling me about the renewed halls of Erebor.”

“Those are indeed beautiful, master Elf!”, Gimli took a big breath of smoke. “Have you seen them, Aragorn?”

Aragorn walked to them, seating himself on the other side of the fire. “No, I have not. I never wandered further than Mirkwood. Maybe one day I shall do so.”

“You very much should, laddie! Dale is beautiful in the summer, and The Lonely Mountain seems to shine with all the colours of the rainbow!”

Aragorn gave him a warm smile. It was a blessing to see Gimli so lost in happy images. Legolas took a sip of his tea with a dreamy face.

“We see The Lonely Mountain from the tops of our trees, in Mirkwood. From the highest balcony of my father’s halls I could look at it all the time.” The Elf closed his eyes with joyful look on his face. “I also had a chance to see Dale and the main entrance to Erebor, during the battle of five armies, but I never got to admire the halls of dwarven kingdom from the inside. I would very much want to see those.”

“So, master Elf, we shall go there. When all of this foolishness is over!” Gimli patted Legolas’ shoulder, a bit too strongly, as the Elf staggered and choked on his drink. Gimli only chuckled.

[friendofgeorgeharrison]

greenwood laddie

Handlemewithcare Gimli/Legolas Greenleaf Rating G M/M

Shielding his eyes from the Sun he discerns a figure standing on a hill, tall, long hair flowing on the gusts and wind. Gimli raises his hand and Legolas’ hand greets him back. Gimli and Legolas meet again in their cottage, their love still strong and growing.

[aphroditesmoon]

winterlude

legolas greenleaf x gimli son of gloin

summary: gigolas snowball fights and fluff.

warnings: none

a/n: this is my first lotr fic, be nice<3

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"I look like a giant caterpillar." Gimli grunted out, not straying far from behind Legolas.

The elf turns to his lover, an attempt to restrain from laughing obvious on his face.

"Nonsense, if anything, you look mighty adorable." He insisted, taking in the picture pf Gimli's snowcoat that he had specially tailored for him.

Gimli only rolled his eyes and huffed uncomfortably and the brutal cold weather, not understanding how Legolas could look so joyful despite it.

The elf took his clasped hands that were so desperately trying to warm themselves and gave them a squeeze before bringing it to his lips to kiss them.

"I still can't believe I let you drag my arse here you wretched elf, I'm already regretting this." He starts, as he watches Legolas starts rolling on the ground, waving his arms up and down, making snow angels.

He'd rather be caught dead than admit it, but the sight of the elleth like this has his heart bursting in awe and happiness, he would give the whole world to be able to wake up to that smile everyday.

The elf only grinned at him as he laid down, knowing he was overreacting. "I thought you said you liked Yule?" He questions as Gimli move to gather snow in his hand.

"I do, and we dwarves celebrate it in the comfort of our homes, by warm fires and roast duck meat with ale, not by trying to catch a cold." He stated, emphasizing on the cold.

"Oh but nin meleth , how can one ever learn to appreciate heat without suffering the cold?" He countered, earning an annoyed look from the dwarf.

As his eyes moves down towards the view of Gimli's hand, he tries to get up but was too late. The redhead slams a snowball as big as his fist straight to Legolas' forehead.

Legolas curses as his head slam back to the ground, the boisterous laughter of Gimli heard loudly.

"I- I shall- I shall get you back for that!" He shouted out, breathless. Gimli's laughter doesn't cease at his exclamation, frustrating him.

Legolas snaps up and moves to chase his beloved while his hands manage to scoop a few snowballs up.

He doesn't hesitate to throw them right at Gimli's head, his aim perfect.

It was his turn to laugh at the sight of Gimli falling on his front. His chuckle turns into a fit of giggles as he revels in Gimli's misery, watching the dwarf tries to get back up and instead slips on the snow, falling onto his back this time.

"Stop laughing and help me you pointy eared buffoon!" Gimli whines, yelling at him.

Legolas relents and rushes to him, breathless and smiling widely as he reaches out his hand to help him up.

Gimli, the moment his fingers grips Legolas', pulls him down with him instead of getting up

The two mold onto eachother, rolling down the little mountain of snow, screaming for their life as they fail to grasp on anything.

Their tumble off the cliff ended a few minutes in, thankfully. And they lay side by side with eachother, heaving loudly with their hair white with snow.

Legolas turns to face Gimli at the same time he turns too, the moments silence was cut of when the elf moves his hand up remove a flick of snow on Gimli's eyebrows.

As their eyes meet, the dwarf couldn't help it, he laughs, fishing out a wide smile from Legolas, who then joins him in it.

Maybe this isn't that bad, Gimli thought.

[tathrin]

The next story I am Definitely Not Writing: a fic where Legolas and Gimli make it all the way to the Undying Lands before they realize that in addition to loving each other more than anything else in all of Arda, they are also in love with one another (this is less a realization on their part and more an assumption that just about everyone else in Aman makes on sight, and eventually they hear about it and go oh...dang...maybe...? and Legolas's mom facepalms forever) and hey what if they got married, then...?

Only the thing is, while an elvish marriage is very simple and requires literally nothing but the folks involved deciding to do it (and no, Thranduil is not allowed to demand that Gimli fetch some priceless jewel from the Fëanorian section of Tirion in order to prove himself worthy of Legolas's hand, although he tried very very hard to convince everyone that it was a great idea) a dwarven marriage is an elaborate ceremony, requiring the participation of both a dwarven officiant and several members of one's kin to perform the various elements of the ceremony.

...all of which are in short supply in this land of elves and valar.

Except. well. there aren't any other dwarves in Aman...but what there is, is the guy who made the dwarves. And he is VERY fond of Gimli. So when he learns that Gimli is kind of moping about the fact that he can't marry Legolas in dwarven-fashion, Aulë ENTHUSIASTICALLY volunteers to be the officiant and to set everything up and arrange just the BEST DWARVEN WEDDING EVER...

Because, you know. he's never actually been to one?

Gimli is stricken with horrified shock to realize just how much his own Maker has missed out on interactions with his beloved dwarves over the years, and immediately agrees to this plan (even though he knows it won't be a real dwarven wedding without his family there; but he'll swim back to Middle-earth before he says one word about that anywhere that Mahal can hear! he is going to do everything in his power to make this the best wedding ever for the sake of his Maker, dammit!).

So he gets to work crafting all the necessary accoutrements (with enthusiastic help from Celebrimbor and all his other elf-smith friends that Gimli has acquired since coming to these shores which is, let's be honest, quite a few) and carefully teaching Legolas all the necessary Khuzdul phrases and ceremonial steps that they can do to mimic as much of a proper wedding as they can without anyone else to help...

And when the big day comes, Aulë is vibrating so hard he's on the verge of setting off seventeen different earthquakes across the island, and not even Yavanna can get him to relax. Gimli and Legolas arrive to the appointed place, and find that they aren't alone: Aulë has invited Celebrimbor, too, seeing as he's the only elf in Aman who has actually participated in a dwarven wedding before with makes him the local expert as well as the closest thing to "kin" that Gimli is going to find on these shores...except.

Well, Mandos might be in charge of elvish souls, but dwarves? They belong to their Maker. And if Mahal decides he wants to...well, who is going to stop him from waking some of them up early, before the breaking of the world? Especially if he doesn't ask permission first. So when Gimli and Legolas hesitantly walk into this foreboding stone chamber, eerily close to the Halls of Mandos, wondering wtf is going on and have they offended the valar somehow and are they in trouble and if so how bad is it...?

Well, turns out Gimli will have kin at his wedding after all.

Mahal can't bring any of them back to life, not without the intervention and permission of Eru and probably Mandos too; but as long as they're in his halls, he can wake anybody he wants. So soon there is a great crowd of bewildered but enthusiastic dwarves gathered around Gimli, as he tries to explain what the heck is going on to a whole passel of relatives and friends, some of whom died even before the Lonely Mountain was reclaimed and don't even know how the Battle of Five Armies ended, let alone the whole thing with the Ring and the Fellowship...

And Legolas and Celebrimbor are standing near the entrance watching fondly, Legolas weeping around a great big smile and Celebrimbor torn between joy for Gimli and his own ever-bitter sorrows and then...

"Khelebrrimbor?" calls a deep dwarven voice, in a thick Khuzdul accent, and Celebrimbor stiffens like he's just been shot.

Suddenly there's a ruckus as a very burly dwarf is shouldering through the crowd, and Celebrimbor stumbles forward and throws himself at Narvi with a wail, and it's at least ten minutes before anyone can get a coherent word out of either of them (although it takes considerably less time to catch the gist of Narvi's lecture about how dare you and lucky he's already dead, or I'd have a gift for him he wouldn't forget in a hurry and what were you thinking???).

Legolas gives Aulë a very pointed raise of his eyebrows, and Aulë shrugs around an unabashed grin. "Who in all the ages of the world is more of an expert on marriages between elves and dwarves than the two of them? I am a craftsman, Greenleaf; of course I would want to make use of their skills and experience in this endeavor. Nothing more to it than that."

Legolas hums noncommittally, but his eyes are dancing.

Mahal ignores him and steps forward to start the wedding. It takes even him three tries before he can shout loud enough to be heard over the tumult and get everyone's attention, but eventually he gets them all to quiet down enough for the ceremony to begin. Not everyone in attendance is entirely thrilled by the prospect of Gimli marrying an elf (that elf) but no one is so cross that they walk back into their dreams of stone to avoid it, which Gimli chalks up as a victory.

(Legolas's terrible Khuzdul pronunciation doesn't help, but the very enthusiastic way he praises Gimli when the ceremony reaches that point makes up for a lot. By the time he finally runs out of words, a few of the more recalcitrant attendees have changed their tune about him. The fact that he's so good at weaving the required braids doesn't hurt, either.)

There aren't nearly enough refreshments for a crowd that size afterwards, of course, since Gimli and Legolas weren't expecting anyone but themselves and Aulë to be there; but that doesn't much matter, because 90% of those in attendance don't have the sort of corporealness that would allow them to eat the dwarven delicacies that Gimli spent all morning fussing over anyway. (That doesn't stop some of his more elderly relatives from scolding him for not following their recipes better.) They're solid enough that you can hug them or kiss them, in the case of a certain former smithlord of Eregion or get half-knocked off your feet by their congratulatory backslaps, but they aren't alive. They're still the dreaming dead...it's just that for the moment, they're dreaming in a bit more wakefulness than usual.

In the end it's not what one would call an orthodox dwarven wedding, no; but it's a lot closer than Gimli thought he would get, and since he's hardly an orthodox dwarf, the small tweaks and oddities of their strange situation don't bother him in the slightest.

As for Aulë, he's never been happier.

And if it takes a long, long time for Celebrimbor to finally leave (and if he tries to devise a way to prop the door open on his way out)...well, Aulë is enjoying himself far too much to do anything but pretend not to notice. Even when Námo clears his throat at him very pointedly.

Twice.

And then again. And again.

"Aulë...!"

[ginnybaggins44]

“Do you want a hug?” he offered knowing nothing else to say or to do. To his surprise Legolas nodded and let Gimli take him into his arms. He let his head fall to Gimlis shoulder and let the tears run freely. Gimli held him close, rubbing gently circles onto his back, humming comforting. After a while Legolas stopped shaking and his breath became regular again, but he stayed were he was, in Gimlis warm embrace, letting himself be calmed down by him.

Legolas stayed in Gimlis embrace even after he had stopped weeping. And Gimli didn’t push him away, but continued stroking his back until Legolas pulled back himself. His eyes were swollen red from crying but there was a hint of a smile on his face.

“Thank you” he said. “for everything.”

What happened to Legolas?

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[voldiebuns]

We Found Love Here by reeby10 Word Count: 98 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gimli/Legolas Greenleaf Additional Tags: Poetry, Free Verse, Love Summary: Like a flower, like a stone...

[katajainen]

Saved by Chance (and Apples) (500 words) by katajainen Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gimli (Son of Glóin)/Legolas Greenleaf Characters: Gimli (Son of Glóin), Legolas Greenleaf Additional Tags: Post-Canon, (probably), New Relationship, LaCE compliant, Almost Accidentally Married, Elf Culture & Customs, Dwarf Culture & Customs, First Time, fade-to-black sex, Quintuple Drabble, Smubble, no beta we die like Boromir

Summary:

There are many things one might stumble into unknowing. Marriage isn't usually one of them.

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My second entry to the Near Miss Smubbles event - does what it says on the tin :p

[i-did-not-mean-to]

October 14th

Superstitions

This one is a nod to my favourite Gigolas fic Gold Coin by AlexFlex & a homage to all the amazingly beautiful and talented Gigolas writers on this platform.

Words: 545

Warnings: None

Legolas knelt on the damp forest floor, breathing in the fresh, clean air around him eagerly as he harkened to the voices of the woods.

“Come closer,” he called softly when he sensed another presence behind him, “friend of mine.”

Gimli ambled over carefully, placing each of his boots with great circumspection to avoid treading on any of the delicate flowers that waved like a living, verdant sea around the ethereal creature sitting motionless amongst them.

The spirits – old as time and wary of intruders – of every living thing recoiled as the resounding steps of a foe fell like steel hammers onto the fertile ground, but Legolas sent out his own mind to pacify his surroundings.

“Touch your forehead to the grass so the forest may know you,” he bade Gimli softly, his eyes alight with the strange and frightening magic of his timeless people. 

Nonetheless, Gimli did as he was told, taking off his helmet and putting it reverently onto a pillow of moss; his hair and beard were precious to him and hence, he’d offer them to the living soil as a token of honesty. May whatever powers Legolas was in communion with recognise his loyal heart and good intentions, he thought peacefully as the wind brushed through his braids and the smell of wet earth permeated his thick beard.

“This is my friend, Gimli,” Legolas prayed in a language Gimli could not understand in his mind and yet the words flowed through his heart like a river of truth. “Humbly, I ask of you to shield him from danger and nourish him when he is weary. The love I bear him I throw into the balance of his kind’s crimes against root and leaf, in hopes that you’ll find clemency blooming where bitterness thrives.”

He as well touched his brow to the ground, bowing deeply before a might that had witnessed and sustained his people’s efforts, fights, and victories throughout ages dark and terrible.

When they rose, silently, Gimli dared grasp Legolas’ hand and led him to a small rocky outcrop at the edge of the clearing; there, he laid down two votive stones he must have been carrying all the while and – placing both his broad, callused, strong hands onto the sun-warmed stone – he closed his eyes in silent prayer to Mahal, his maker.

He as well invoked whatever grace and goodwill invested in his steadfast courage and sturdy nature so that the Smith might look kindly upon one wrought of elegant and graceful willows and dreams instead of unyielding metal.

“Lend him strength,” Gimli rumbled frantically within his head, “and steel his slender body against the onslaught of evil forces seeking to cut what should never be frayed. Stone who is root to this world, I beg of you to lead his light steps to better days.”

Tucking one of his stones back into a secret pocket in his armour, Gimli handed the other to Legolas with a hacked-off snort.

You are mine, this stone declared brazenly, your life and mine are intertwined.

Superstitions, the dark as much as the more hopeful ones, when shared thus passed over into the realm of faith and the world they so loved listened to their fervent pleas and – in time – would grant them.

@fellowshipofthefics here's my latest entry. Still on track :D

Lots of love from me :)

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[unendingwanderlust]

RATING: G

WARNINGS: None.

RELATIONSHIPS: Gimli/Legolas, Thranduil/Wife

WORD COUNT: 851

SUMMARY: This year, Eryn Lasgalen hosts the Midsummer festivities. Legolas has misplaced his husband among the crowd, and he is not the only one...

NOTES: I finally had time to catch up on my to-read list but AO3 has been down all day. Here's the result. Inspired by fellowshipofthefics's Summer Stories. Prompts used: Summer festival, Ice-cold drinks, Campfire Bonfire. Enjoy!

Whenever Eryn Lasgalen hosts the Midsummer festival, Thranduil pulls out all the stops. Legolas suspects that his father both enjoys the grandiose display and wants to rub it in Thorin’s face that his celebrations are better in every conceivable way.

Hand-painted lanterns hang from boughs, illuminating a path to the gazebo. The music flows like fine wine. Elves, men, and dwarves mingle in conversation, merriment, and dance. Nearby, the bonfire reaches the night sky, filling the air with the aroma of burning wood.

Legolas weaves through the sea of people, making small talk until he finally spots a familiar face.

Thranduil waves him over with a graceful motion. Tonight they match: Legolas adorned his hair with orchids and violets, the same Thranduil chose for his crown.

“Have you seen your mother?” Thranduil takes two goblets of ice cold tea from the table: one jasmine and one hibiscus. The latter finds its way to Legolas. “She had forgotten her pipeweed on the nightstand, but she has been gone since after dessert. I suspect she did not get lost on the way to her own halls.”

Legolas takes a sip. The tea owes its sweetness to a generous spoonful of honey. Whoever had the idea to add mint and raspberries deserves both praise and a raise. His eyes roam in search of his own spouse, but good luck finding a dwarf among the celebrating elves and men. “No. Come to think of it, Gimli disappeared too.”

“I cannot say I saw him since your dance.”

“Maybe they were eaten by spiders,” Legolas grins at the sheer ridiculousness of it. Even if he received news that his mother and husband lost their way beneath the oaks back in the days of the Shadow, he would not worry in the least. Gimli is fearsome with his axe and Laergliriel is a notorious First Age veteran. A few giant spiders would not even make them sweat.

Thranduil snorts. “Your mother. Eaten by spiders.”

“You are right,” Legolas wrinkles his nose. “She is too crisp for their tastes.”

“True. Besides,” Thranduil leans closer in conspiratory fashion and lowers his voice, “rumor has it that every pleat in her dress hides a different weapon.”

“Rumor? She does carry Eryn Lasgalen’s entire armory everywhere she goes. In case of emergency, of course.”

A sweet laugh rings through the night from afar; his mother’s laugh, familiar and beloved. That is one mystery solved.

Laergliriel’s dress, chosen by his father as she never cared for fashion, drapes over her like liquid gold. Her flower crown boasts something very familiar that Legolas cannot place; all he knows is that it is not of elvish make. She balances her smoking pipe between her fingers while her other hand sinks into a pocket.

“I only have Old Toby on me,” she says. “I hope that is all right.”

“More than all right, my lady,” Gimli accepts the proffered leather pouch. “You are my savior.”

There he was all along! Buttercups and forget-me-nots decorate the braids in Gimli’s beard and hair instead of gems tonight. His own flower crown is identical to the ones Legolas received when he was too young to weave his own.

“Am I, now?” Laergliriel replies. “I will try not to remind you every day from now on.”

“Neither lost nor eaten by spiders after all,” Thranduil concludes.

Legolas pretends to pay attention to his own conversation, but that went out of the window as soon as he spotted his husband. Gimli stuffs his pipe and lights it; mundane motions that should not fascinate Legolas nearly as much, and yet they do beneath the magic of Midsummer’s stars.

Laergliriel says something in Khuzdul. Gimli roars his hearty laugh. He moves the conversation forward in the same language until his eyes lock with Legolas’s. The world stops for both of them.

Gimli recovers first, shooting him a wink. Legolas catches the glint of white teeth beneath his beard and resists the urge to hide a shy smile in his goblet. His husband is handsome; more handsome than any being on Arda has any right to be. It is no wonder even one look has Legolas’s heart racing.

“And then, a group of oliphaunts stampeded into my throne room. Their leader invited me to waltz with him,” Thranduil deadpans. “One thing led to another and we will be eloping within the next moon.”

Legolas hears the drone of his father’s voice but cannot make out the words. He nods anyway. “Mhm. You are right.”

“Legolas.”

This time, Legolas turns to his father. “Yes?”

Thranduil’s mouth quirks into an amused smirk. “Just go to him.”

Face flushed not due to the summer heat, Legolas picks up a second goblet of hibiscus tea. Gimli used to grumble about how much he hated it until Legolas noticed how quickly the jar emptied and called him out on it. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, and I am coming with you because I must remind my wife that she owes me a dance,” Thranduil smooths down the silver satin of his robes. “How is my hair?”