Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Sweet Comfort - Legolas and Gimli (slash) |
Slash themed |
| Thigh presses thigh as flaxen hair mingles with copper strands. The dwarf’s strong arm circles a slender waist, pulling them together – perhaps too closely, holding much tighter than the mount’s speed warrants. The warm and hardened hand’s absent touch is a rough caress. The elf notices but he does not speak, does not lean away. The body’s press against his back has become a sweet comfort on their long journey. It is a reassuring presence, unbidden though welcome in the day – desired, but not pursued, under cloak of darkness. Yet, as stars bloom overhead his heart whispers, ‘Yes, perhaps tonight.’ |