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Title: Homemaking
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Post Dagor Dagorlad. Once the dwarves have built the world anew, one builds a home for his lover and waits for him to be reborn.
He builds them a home on a wooded mountain; by a stream that rushes merrily through what will be a garden and tumbles down over a cliff to the valley below. Their home is built back into the rock for warmth, but with large, airy chambers and windows with balconies, and he fills it with furniture carved by his own hands. He builds chairs of uneven height without thinking, but when he steps back, he knows they are just right. He builds a bed that drowns him as he rests in it alone, but it will be the right size when the time comes.
He searches out his mother for help with curtains and blankets as he lacks the skill of weaving, and trades some of the wood he’d had to clear for them. He builds a small forge, set back away from the house, and crafts knives and spoons and gardening tools. He does not touch the garden, though. That is not his domain and well he knows it; he does not know whose it is.
He dreams at night, in his too large bed, of golden hair and muscled shoulders and the hiss of flying arrows. He makes a bow the next day and carves it with patterns he knows but doesn’t remember, and makes arrows enough to fill a quiver. The quiver itself he makes the day after, from leather he trades a smaller, lesser bow for.
When their home and their belongings are finished, he sits and he waits and he smokes a wooden pipe as he watches the stars rise. He doesn’t know who he is waiting for, but he knows in his heart that he loves him.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Post Dagor Dagorlad. Once the dwarves have built the world anew, one builds a home for his lover and waits for him to be reborn.
He builds them a home on a wooded mountain; by a stream that rushes merrily through what will be a garden and tumbles down over a cliff to the valley below. Their home is built back into the rock for warmth, but with large, airy chambers and windows with balconies, and he fills it with furniture carved by his own hands. He builds chairs of uneven height without thinking, but when he steps back, he knows they are just right. He builds a bed that drowns him as he rests in it alone, but it will be the right size when the time comes.
He searches out his mother for help with curtains and blankets as he lacks the skill of weaving, and trades some of the wood he’d had to clear for them. He builds a small forge, set back away from the house, and crafts knives and spoons and gardening tools. He does not touch the garden, though. That is not his domain and well he knows it; he does not know whose it is.
He dreams at night, in his too large bed, of golden hair and muscled shoulders and the hiss of flying arrows. He makes a bow the next day and carves it with patterns he knows but doesn’t remember, and makes arrows enough to fill a quiver. The quiver itself he makes the day after, from leather he trades a smaller, lesser bow for.
When their home and their belongings are finished, he sits and he waits and he smokes a wooden pipe as he watches the stars rise. He doesn’t know who he is waiting for, but he knows in his heart that he loves him.
