#legolas and gilmi

[modernincorrectlotrhobbit]

Legolas: Maybe Aragorn doesn’t like you! Did you think about that? Gimli: Yes… that actually did cross my mind… Gimli: But then I thought “oh, no, he hangs around with Legolas. His standards must be pretty low.”

[frodothefair]

Gilmi: leggo my Leggo

[camille-lachenille]

Day 7 of All of Arda is Autistic:

Prompt: loud noises/holding hands

Rating: Gen

Legolas & Gimli (can read as platonic or pre-romantic relationship)

CW: description of a dissociative episode. Canon typical description of battle

The battle was won. Against all odds, they had won. Yet, this fact couldn’t register in Legolas’ frantic mind as he tried to breathe deeply, to shut down the clamour of the battle still ringing in his ears. It had been his first true battle, he realised with detachment. This terrible fight for life, the gruesome sight of dead men trampled by orcs. Legolas shivered and let out a sound like a choked sob.

He could still hear the screams of his foes, their foul language screeching insults and challenges. It had been so loud. Everything was still loud now, as the men were cleaning and putting weapons and armours away with echoing clangs of metal on stone, as women and children reunited with their families in joyful laughter or mourned their lost relatives with ear-splitting cries. Yet, everything sounded distant and deformed, as if Legolas was deep under water, barely able to see the sun on the surface. His whole body felt numb. A detached part of his mind was telling him to move, to go out of the main hall of the Hornburg, clean himself. But he couldn’t move. Even his usually sharp eyesight was blurred.

Someone took his hand and led him away from the chaos. Legolas followed sluggishly, barely registering what was happening. A door opened and shut closed in a rusty creak, and the first thing he noticed was the silence. It was almost deafening after the hours and hours of constant noise, but Legolas’ mind cleared enough for him to register the large, calloused hand still holding his. Gimli. “You beat me by one foe defeated, Master Dwarf,” he said automatically, his voice sounding hollow even to him.

“Ach, laddie, you gave me a right fright back in the great hall.” Gimli replied gruffly. But he squeezed Legolas’ hand just a bit tighter. Legolas clung to the large fingers like an anchor to the reality. “You looked ready to drop dead on the spot or flee like a spooked deer.” Gimli continued, more quietly this time, concern clear in his voice.

“It was… I… too much noise. Too loud.” Legolas forced out of his lips. “It makes me…” he frowned, searching for the right words. “Like when you see yourself from outside your body, in a dream. I can watch, but not do anything.” Gimli grumbled something in his beard that sounded a bit like Elvish metaphors! But he didn’t dismiss his distress and, still keeping hold of Legolas’ hand, led him to a bench against the wall.

“I’ll go fetch water and towels. Will you be alright alone here?” Legolas took a moment to try focus on his own body, on the twirling mass of thoughts in his mind, and the warm Dwarven hand in his. He shook his head.

“I… could you stay a moment please?” he asked quietly, glancing quickly at his friend. Gimli only nodded.

“Let’s take our armours off, first. We can’t let this nice metal rust on us,” he said, immediately acting on his words and shucking his chainmail away. Legolas felt keenly the loss of Gimli’s hand in his but tried to hide his dismay, focusing instead on removing his armours. At last, he was left only in his usual tunic and leggings, with his cloak of Lórien wrapped around him like a blanket.

Legolas closed his eyes and rested his head against the cool stone wall, slowly regaining awareness of his own body and surroundings. He felt Gimli sit heavily next to him and, to Legolas’ surprise and joy, a large, calloused hand rested on top of his where it lay on the bench. Instinctively, he turned his palm up and squeezed the Dwarf’s hand. Gilmi squeezed back and didn’t let go. They sat silent for a long time, and Legolas was finally back in the present.

[is-it-mungojerry-or-rumpelteazer]

'There was a battle here three nights ago,' said Gimli, 'and here Legolas and I played a game that I won only by a single orc. Come and see how it was! And there are caves, Merry, caves of wonder! Shall we visit them, Legolas, do you think?'

Gilmi, vibrating out of his skin in excitement: can we go see the caves right now? Can we? Can we? Pleeeeasee??

(Also, I love the subtle brag)

[eomereadig]

Tag Directory: Tolkien

The Silmarillion

Feanor | Nerdanel | Maedhros | Maglor | Celegorm | Caranthir | Curufin | Celebrimbor | Fingolfin | Fingon | Turgon | Aredhel | Maeglin | Glorfindel | Ecthelion | Rog | Idril Celebrindal | Elenwe | Tuor | Eol | Hador | Hurin

Finarfin | Finrod Felagund | Aegnor | Angrod | Findulas | Turin Turambar | Beleg Cuthalion | Mablung | Luthien Tinuviel | Beren Erchamion | Earendil | Elwing | Elros Tar Minyatur | Erenion Gil-Galad | Andreth Saelind | Haleth | Mairon/Annatar/Sauron

The Lord of The Rings

Aragorn Elessar | Legolas Greenleaf | Gilmi | Boromir | Samwise Gamgee | Frodo Baggins | Gandalf the Grey | Eowyn | Eomer Eadig | Arwen Undomiel | Elrond Peredhel | Galadriel

The Hobbit

Thorin Oakenshield | Bilbo Baggins | Kili | Fili | Thranduil Oropherion

Pairings

Maedhros x Fingon | Glorfindel x Ecthelion | Celebrimbor x Annatar

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Fanart

[heilith]

Could they work together to build an IKEA wardrobe? If no, how far do they get before giving up?

Gimli legolas thranduil

I'm afraid, poor Gilmi will do all the dirty job, and no, he won't give up till it's finished. I don't think he'll let pointy-eared forest fairies touch it. Not that Thranduil is very enthusiastic.

Legolas can cheer up on him, though.

[bhaalsdeepbat]

I know the consensus is that Astarion is pathetic, but he is constantly the one getting the most kills with the way his kit works with the right items. When I have him and Karlach together, they have a Legolas & Gilmi Friendship Rivalry seeing who can pick the most enemies off.

Astarion also very, very easily soloed three goblins, including Priestess Gut, who fucking shoved my Storm Sorcerer to their death causing him to have a 3v1.

So what I am saying is he starts out pathetic, but quickly becomes very, very good at slaughtering baddies and Hero Spawn Astarion being a goofy little dude with a very dark (and catty) sense of humor who is extremely good at killing and draining dry the villain & monster of the night before they even saw it coming and without breaking a nail.

He still acts pathetic like a wet dog though

[bahoreal]

if i was amab or cared enough to go on T i would grow a ridiculous Scandinavian beard and braid it with beads and shit in it. its one of my favourite things in the world when someone has a luscious beard and decorates it like.. thats what they're FOR i love it so much

[asgardianmarauders]

This scene broke my heart and I don’t think it’ll ever heal

[pancakemd]

in fact Gimli wasn’t the first dwarf in the Undying Land because of course some years back Bilbo Baggins refused to go there without his husband Thorin

[meowmaids]

LOTRS QUESTION / late night ramble

Should it be Lord of the rings? Would Lord of ring bearers be more appropriate???

I’ve read the books and get the whole “ one ring to rule them all” bit, but Frodo only had one ring!!!

Yeah Sauron forges his ring in Mount Doom! Yeah it was the most influential and most powerful! It probably caused the most damage and action in middle earth.

But Frodo only had one ring! Yet how can one be named lord of the rings whilst only in possession on one ring?? He was I suppose lording over those who had rings, so would it be more appropriate to call him ruler of ring bearers? Or ring leader???

[bregeolas]

me *watching Tauriel and Kili interact*: You will never be Legolas and Gimli you will NEVER be Legolas and Gilmi you will never have what they had

[roselightfairy]

Just a quick note, to let you know that I read all of your "finding a voice" fanfics and loved it so much! I really like your Legolas and Gimli, they are so in love, it is so beautiful !! Your last fic however, is so heartbreaking and sad (in fact I have the headcanon that Mahal would give Gilmi immortality to stay with his dear elf). Anyway, thanks for writing these fanfics! (sorry if my english si bad ><)

Thank you so much for this! I’m sorry I didn’t answer it before; I got a little behind, but it is so kind and I was and am so touched. <3 <3

In regards to the headcanon, I personally think I’m a little too addicted to the grief inherent in the pairing, but I fully support all fix-it headcanons. <3

[weheirsofdurin]

Random thought

What if, the boys’ father (who I’ve named Vili cus of rhyming reasons) was not a dwarf?

Now hear me out. I spent like ten minutes on this thought okay it might have been most of last night.

Anyway, what if Vili was of the race of Men? This is mostly in reference to the movies and considering the looks of the boys in the movie verse. Whish is how I portray them with some scenes that were removed from the book.

I got distracted, where was I? Oh yeah, Vili.

He could even be elf, but that’s pushing it. Because they ahve more human esc traits than elven. ANYWAY, onto the ted talk!

Okay so we all know the movies and that the boys look quite different from the rest of the dwarves. Like even Ori’s bear is longer than either of theirs. Lets dissect the boys one at a time, yeah?

Fili

Fili does have his Uncles looks, that scowl is apparently very much inherited from that side of the family. But he’s got this cocky playful smirk a lot too. Not something you really see upon the rest of the cast and not even Gimli in LOTR gets that expression. The rest of the dwarves are a fun bunch but the boys were the ones to instigate, we could say it’s their age, but again, Ori was there whom is younger and still more reserved than the boys. Might be because Ori is a book nerd but that’s not the point of this discussion.

Fili and Kili are not affected by the gold in the least. In fact Fili even gave up on this quest for his brother. He forsook what they had dreamed of since childhood, that had taken them a year to accomplish, what had almost cost Kili his life. None of the rest even considered staying behind when Kili was sick and dying. But Fili dropped everything for his brother. If Thorin had told them that to stay meant they were disowned, they would have still stayed. 

Dwarves are all about family yes, but they are corrupted by greed too. It’s an inherent trait that causes most to be filled with gold lust. Even if it’s not potent and only just a small inking of it, just the want for a shiny pretty gem is considered part of the inherent greed. Most would not turn away from what was literally a mountain of gold, honor, and a quest they had spent their entire live dreaming of. Fili’s human side reared it’s head at the thought of losing his precious brother. 

The ability to step back and cast off everything, to forsake who he thought he was, because of love, is a very human trait. Something that Dwarves are not very known for. Sure they love and the mourn but they are a ahrdy race and loss is known among them, from cave ins in mines, to war losses, they mourn then they move on. The are greedy and hold grudges. But Fili gave all of that up for his brother.

When I think of Dwarves I think of dark russet hair, blacks, browns, and even reds. But Blonde is more a trait of man and elves. When you think blonde character in Tolkien’s verse you think Legolas, Thranduil, even Eowyn, you don’t automatically think Dwarf. But Fili is very much a blonde, I’m sure if he took a bath with soap then his hair would be an even brighter color. He has dark highlights from his mother and the Durin’s blood in him but he is super bright compared to the rest of his known family. 

His beard is barely grown in (even if he has a really dope moustache) and it is against dwarven culture to cut it unless in mourning. He lost his father so long ago he is not in mourning anymore. Thorin doesn’t count because he refuses to grow his beard until he gets the mountain back. Not this discussion either. He’s fairly happy as one might be able to tell through the quest, always laughing and joking and willing to play with others. I’m not going to discuss depression here or how it can be hidden by such as what I’ve said. So we would not think of him in a mourning phase. Since the loss of his father while young he has not had much loss. The lack of beard growth can be attributed to his human father.

Summary of Fili

Humanesk expressions

Lack of Greed

Unbreakable Loyalty

Giving up on a mission for Love

Blonde

Short beard

Kili

Kili looks quite human in his face for sure. Even his hair. But hair is its own section. Looking at him and seeing that he’s not nearly as large as other  dwarves (could be age) though the line of Durin is quite thin in comparison to a lot of others. Overall if it wasn’t for his height, ears, and hands; he could easily be mistaken as a man. 

His height is another indication of his human heritage. He is tall for a dwarf. He is taller than Fili for sure, standing half a head higher than his brother. Thorin - 4 ft 10.5 inch. Fili - 4 ft 5 inch. Kili - 4 ft 8 inch. He’s in the taller percentile of height range. Thorin is just a giant, along with two or three others on this quest. Not to mention as he’s a ‘young adult’ he can still grow some. He likely wouldn’t make it passed 5ft (at most). 

Also moving on from the subject of looks, he does have a dwarven nose, ears, and hands, but he had very human like inclinations. Like using a bow compared to axes, hammers, or even swords. He likes the ranged weapon while most dwarves would never even touch it. He is proficient with it and I think he took to it like a fish to water, he was a natural with the bow which is how he became so good while being trained by men and dwarves who were not very proficient.

His own personality is like a dwarf wannabe sorry Kili, but he doesn’t seem like the kind of person to care about half of what dwarves do. Gems, weapons, gold, forges, mining, none of that seems to be very Kili like. Don’t get me wrong he does like gems and gold, but there’s things he likes more. Finds more beautiful. The most dwarvish thing he likes, are pretty rocks.

Liking elves. Enough said there. Okay but really, it took until the end of LOTR for Gilmi to admit to Legolas that he wouldn’t admit fighting and dying by a friends side, not an elf but friend. Kili fell in love with Tauriel faster than I drive. And im a maniac on the road. If Thranduil hadn’t imprisoned them I’m fairly sure Kili would have been filled with questions, pestering the elves for an eternity. His curiosity alone would have driven Thranduil to toss them out. Also there was that bonus scene of Kili flirting with the elven harpist (or whatever instrument).

Kili summary

Looks human 

Tall Boy

Likes Bows

Doesn’t act very dwarvish

Likes Elves

There’s more but I’m getting long winded and Loki is insisting to nap on my mouse so it’s time to take a break.

[queermil]

I love you and your support of my emotional support OTPs 🥺💖

IS THIS ABOUT LEGOLAS/GILMI?

i love them 🥺💜 you always put the nicest art on my dash

[brownjet-archive]

Cheeky

Pairing: Legolas x (f)Reader  (SORRY!!!)

Summary: Legolas decided to be a little cheeky ;)

Word Count: 1,500+

A/N: Yeah, so it’s super short cause it seemed to end well and I’ve been working on this since I was like 12 and idk how to continue, so here ya go. Okay, so I always see super fluffy Legolas fics, but no, he’s a sassy little ass, so here, have some sassy little Legolas

Warnings: Everyone has a fucking ugly laugh, man. Also,,,,,,lots of swearing

Masterlist

Traveling with the fellowship, albeit terribly enjoyable (despite the intentions behind everything) was still awfully annoying. Especially when it meant that you were surrounded completely by men. You had no problem with it, it’s just that after awhile it became very emotionally taxing. Especially when it meant that there was only time for one group of people to bathe, more often than not, that being everyone else, because they drastically outnumbered you.

It also didn’t help that your sole focus on this mission was being the medic. It was the only way you could volunteer yourself, not having any particular amazing heritage or incredibly valuable skill set. Not to say that you weren’t a good fighter, no. You were definitely amazing in combat, being more agile and nimble than the rest (except for a certain Elf prince), despite the fact that outside of combat, you have the tendency to trip on air. They all knew what an asset you were, although it often slipped their minds that such a quiet and meek-ish human was essential to their journey, often taking you for granted.

But no more. You had a plan. Which, now thinking about it, probably wasn’t gonna work. You let out an audible sigh at the realization of how unrealistic your plan was, and that you had bigger things to worry about.

Only Sam seemed to have heard you, running slightly, to catch up to you, offering you a look of sympathy. Sam Gamgee and you understood each other, both being seen as the weak links, despite the both of you knowing that the well-being of the Fellowship rested on the both of your shoulders.

“What’sa matter?” He asked, slightly panting, despite all the travel, still not completely comfortable with the amount of trekking the group of you seemed to do.

“Sick ‘n tired of not bein’ taken seriously.” You muttered, your words slightly slurred from exhaustion and over-exertion.

He gave you a small smile, his eyes full of sympathy. “Believe me, I understand completely.” He said, with his cute little hobbit accent poking through.

You returned his smile, resting your arm on his shoulder. “I keep telling ya, Samwise Gamgee, that the two of us needa get drunk once, together.” You said jokingly, boisterous laughs escaping from the both of you, only replaced by wheezing as you continued your trek up the steep slope, lingering slightly behind Gilmi and Legolas, both of who were bickering, as usual.

The two of you continued up in silence, being with the only person who truly understood you. You straightened your back slightly, your back protesting slightly in pain from the weight it caused to move your backpack from your back to your shoulders, though you ignored it, looking up for a clearing of the rocky terrain where the lot of you could hopefully rest for the night. You caught sight of a clearing, about another hundred or so feet up, your back instantly hunching over to accommodate the weight of your backpack.

“Legolas.” You wheezed out slightly, unsure of if the elf would hear you, though he surprisingly turned around, looking at you with unsure eyes, which seemed to pierce deep throughout your soul.

Not wanting to deal with the oddly intimidating stare of your companion, you motioned with your head, towards the slight clearing, his eyes looking over to where you had motioned, before giving you a curt nod, motioning the clearing to Aragorn, who was loitering in the back with the remaining hobbits.

Legolas and Gilmi, who had been in front of you, were currently running up the steepening slope, Legolas reaching the top in mere moments, his shorter and stouter companion, wheezing slightly and muttering curses under his breath at the prince.

Grumbling angrily, you followed behind them, muttering darkly about the damn showoff of an elf. You knew that it would take you a bit longer to reach the top, about five minutes or so, and seeing the blonde elf grin down at you cockily made you even more frustrated, mumbling many swears, not remembering that Sam was beside you, who now looked very concerned for you, but decided not to question it.

It seemed that your anger and grit had slowed you down, the rest of the fellowship passing you, to your dismay on your way up. Grumbling at them each, you continued, dumping your pack on the ground as soon as you had made it to the clearing, glaring at them all, amused looks on all of their faces.

“What seems to be the problem, Miss (Y/N)?” Gandalf asked rather kindly.

“You’re all bloody stupid! And fucking annoying!” You snapped at him, feeling instantly bad, and apologizing profusely to the wizard.

“What did we do that was so bad?” Sam asked, his eyes wide, and looking full of hurt.

Your heart seemed to crush at his pitiful look, your anger evaporating. “No, not you, Sam. You’re an angel.” You said rather truthfully, wanting to hug him, always seeing him as a younger brother, despite him being a few decades older than you.

“And I suppose the rest of us are as bad as the Orcs.” Legolas said, his voice challenging and calculated as always, though sounding a bit boisterous.

“I’d rather take on an army of orcs than deal with you right now.” You spat out, glaring at him, his stupid smirk unwavering.  

“You couldn’t take on an army of orcs by yourself.” He said, stating it simply, as if it were fact.

You gasped audibly, rage taking over, and instinctively, you grabbed for your dagger, tucked away in your boot, bringing it up to rest at the base of his throat in one smooth and swift motion, the stupid elf not even flinching.

“I’ll have you know that I am very capable, Mister Prince Elf of Mirkwood.” You spat out, your face contorted in anger. You removed your dagger from his throat, placing it back in its sheath, hidden in your boot.

“I never said I doubted you, Miss (Y/N).” He said, mockingly, repeating Gandalf’s words.

"You're infuriating!" You screeched, ready to launch yourself onto him and punch him in his stupidly perfect face. Feeling red hot fury flow through your veins, your hands forming unnaturally tight fists, your knuckles turning white, little angry crescent marks etching themselves onto your palms, your entire body visibly shaking with anger.

You turned away from his infuriating smirk, trying to regain control of your emotions, hearing his amused little chortle. You took a deep breath in, trying to ignore him. “Let’s just make the stupid camp.” You said, your emotions doing a complete 180, exasperation and exhaustion returning to your body like old, unwanted friends.

Ignoring your companions, you tended to setting up the campfire, to provide some warmth and maybe cooked food. Oh, it had been so long since you had warm food. Or just food in general. You had grabbed some firewood, and had set up the small little fire pit, all of this managing to help you calm down.  

The entirety of the makeshift camp had been set up in a few minutes, the fire pit being no exception. However, you started to feel annoyance build up after five minutes of attempting to start a fire, earning a snicker from one of your comrades, practically feeling his eyes on the back of your neck.

“You’re going to have to learn how to set a fire properly.” Legolas said from behind you, standing on a boulder, his eyes dancing with amusement, his voice laced with amusement.

“Oh, and why is that?” You asked, annoyed and frustrated, looking up from your lack of fire, your eyes cold and hard.

“Because how can you be expected to be betrothed to an elf and not know how to start a proper fire?” He asked knowingly, his words dripping with cockiness.

You stared at him for a few minutes, utterly confused and positive that he had rattled something loose with all the happy running he did, before the gears in your brain started to move, saying the most intelligible thing that came to mind, “Hah?”

A smirk made its way onto his face, before he leaned down, bringing his face dangerously close to yours. “You like me.” He said, rather cheekily, before standing up to full height, smirking as you spluttered, trying to find an appropriate response for what had just happened.

Feeling even more confused, you opened your mouth and closed it, gaping at him, before you tilted your head to the side, repeating your same confusion from earlier. “Hah?”

You like him!? The idea was preposterous!

“You like him.” You heard Boromir say, obviously uninterested, from where he was perched on a rock, not looking up.

You turned to gape at him, standing up from your crouched position, feeling wildly and thoroughly confused. “Why would I like this ass!?” You asked, a little too excited, feeling too many things to process at the moment.

“Because you do.” The hobbits added, you gasping in shock when even Sam, betrayed you.

“I do not!” You said rather indignantly, choosing to ignore the large smirk on Legolas’ face, watching you try not to explode.

“I hate to say this, because you’re a good lass, but you do like the elf.” Gilmi agreed reluctantly.

“Since when did this become ‘shit on (Y/N)’ day?” You asked, feeling rather mad that you had been all ganged up on. “Besides, all he does is annoy me! I don’t like him!” You cried out, rather indignantly, though the more you said it, the more it sounded like a lie, and you were hating that.

“Then what do you like?” Aragorn asked, softly and rather calculated, seeming uninterested.

You opened your mouth, before closing it slightly, before blurting it out, not really thinking any of this through. “Infuriating perfection. Like when someone is so perfect, but it also makes me want to knock their teeth out.” You only realized as soon as the words had come out of your mouth, the wall that you had been backed into.

Loud laughs emitted the entire group, much to your dismay, and continued despite your indignant hisses of ‘I don’t like him!!’