tarotgal

I love my polydwarves together, but I especially love pairing them off to see how they interact in smaller units. Yet, every time I do, I seem to pick on Toron. But he's tough; he can take it. This is set almost immediately after Frár becomes part of the family.

( 16. Dust )

Title: By the Light of the Moon
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bathing and sneezing
Notes: Happy birthday, ladykorana!

( By the Light of the Moon )

9. Cloak
(Middle Earth, Legolas/Gimli)

They’d taken shelter under some trees for the night, but the snow and wind still found them. Gimli shivered. His teeth chattered. His nose ran. He could barely feel his hands, though he had them tucked under his thighs to keep them warm.

“Are you cold?” Legolas asked softly, his words nearly eclipsed by the storm.

“N-nay,” Gimli replied, trying not to sniffle.

Legolas moved to take off a cloak.

“Don’t!” Gimli reached out to stop him. “I gave that to you because you’re ill. You need it.”

Legolas hesitated then reached out, pulling Gimli under the cloak with him.

Title: Day 10
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: The Hobbit (AU)
Pairing: Bilbo/Thorin, various others
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Not my universe. No money made.
Summary: Bilbo's got himself a dwarf cold.
Notes: Written for my 2016-2017 holiday giftfic project for Masking

( Day 10 )

This 'verse is SUCH a guilty pleasure for me... though, can you have a guilty pleasure without the guilt?

Title: Isolation II
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Middle Earth (pre-Hobbit); tg's polyamorous dwarves 'verse
Rating: NC-17
Pairing Overall: Oin/Frár/Eagen/Nord/Toron/Gloin/Sima
Disclaimer: No money made, no offense intended, no relation to any companies
Summary: After the events in Isolation, it's only a matter of time before Gloin and Sima come down with the cold as well.
Author Notes: Thank you to Masking for allowing me to use (steal) the name for Gloin's wife and for providing lots of support for this piece in general!

( Isolation II )

1.Allergic 2.Desperation 3.Cat 4.Summer 5.Itch 6.Light 7.Hands 8.Fever 9.Finally Alone 10.Worried 11.Broody 12.Loud 13.Grass 14.Genetics 15.Control 16.Dinner for Three 17.Doctor 18.Dust 19.Feather 20.Anticipation 21.Bed 22.Drugs 23.First Time 24.Headache 25.Handkerchief 26.Dog 27.Garden 28.Hoarse 29.Kink 30.Scent 31.Hold Back 32.Double 33.Harsh 34.Smoke 35.Making Dinner 36.Impatience 37.Incense 38.Horses 39.Pillow 40.Suffer 41.Nervous 42.Stare 43.Contagious 44.Relief 45.Temperature 46.Terrible 47.Wool 48.Tissues 49.Tease 50.Quarrel 51.Lonely 52.Snuggle 53.Asleep 54.Waiting 55.Frost 56.Rest 57.Flu 58.Phone Call 59.Apologize 60.Sore 61.Accent 62.Fur 63.Haze 64.Spices 65.Under the Weather 66.Stifle 67.Frustrated 68.Caught in the Act 69.Attack 70.Listless 71.Pressure 72.Muffled 73.Annoy 74.Humiliated 75.Disproportionate 76.Bath 77.Spring 78.Message 79.Headcold 80.Clinic 81.Confess 82.Tears 83.Dream 84.Polite 85.Sniff 86.Shower 87.Induce 88.Jealousy 89.Pills 90.Interrupt 91.Chill 92.Office 93.Remedy 94.Weird 95.Soft 96.Purr 97.Honey 98.Defeat 99.Smother 100.Gratitude


87. Induce
(Middle Earth, Gloin/Oin/Eagen/Frár/Nord/Toron/Sima)

“hah-HIPTSHUhhhhhhh!”

Oin’s ears perked up at once. He knew his husbands’ sneezes well, but this one was different somehow. When no other sneezes came, Oin tried to keep his mind on the cleaning task. Sometimes a sneeze was just a sneeze, after all.

“hahhhhhhh-haaahhhhhhhhhh-IHKTSchhhhhhhh!”

And sometimes a sneeze meant a cold. But Toron? Never! Oin crossed the room. “Tor? How do you feel?”

Toron grinned and showed a feather he’d plucked from his feather duster. “Tired of cleaning. Bored and horny. And wanting of your attention.”

Oin moved in close, hands on his husband’s hips. “You have got it now.”

1.Allergic 2.Desperation 3.Cat 4.Summer 5.Itch 6.Light 7.Hands 8.Fever 9.Finally Alone 10.Worried 11.Broody 12.Loud 13.Grass 14.Genetics 15.Control 16.Dinner for Three 17.Doctor 18.Dust 19.Feather 20.Anticipation 21.Bed 22.Drugs 23.First Time 24.Headache 25.Handkerchief 26.Dog 27.Garden 28.Hoarse 29.Kink 30.Scent 31.Hold Back 32.Double 33.Harsh 34.Smoke 35.Making Dinner 36.Impatience 37.Incense 38.Horses 39.Pillow 40.Suffer 41.Nervous 42.Stare 43.Contagious 44.Relief 45.Temperature 46.Terrible 47.Wool 48.Tissues 49.Tease 50.Quarrel 51.Lonely 52.Snuggle 53.Asleep 54.Waiting 55.Frost 56.Rest 57.Flu 58.Phone Call 59.Apologize 60.Sore 61.Accent 62.Fur 63.Haze 64.Spices 65.Under the Weather 66.Stifle 67.Frustrated 68.Caught in the Act 69.Attack 70.Listless 71.Pressure 72.Muffled 73.Annoy 74.Humiliated 75.Disproportionate 76.Bath 77.Spring 78.Message 79.Headcold 80.Clinic 81.Confess 82.Tears 83.Dream 84.Polite 85.Sniff 86.Shower 87.Induce 88.Jealousy 89.Pills 90.Interrupt 91.Chill 92.Office 93.Remedy 94.Weird 95.Soft 96.Purr 97.Honey 98.Defeat 99.Smother 100.Gratitude



60. Sore
(Lord of the Rings, Legolas/Gimli)

“ihhhihhh-Ihtchhh!”

Gimli held up another handkerchief.

But, this time, Legolas shook his head. “No-sniff-nose too sore. Sniff! Sniff!”

It did look it, a flushed pink at the tip and an angry red all around the nostrils. But Legolas’ nose was still sniffly and runny. It would get no better if it remained wet. “Even if I touch as softly as I can?”

With something close to a whimper, Legolas relented, and Gimli dabbed the soft handkerchief at the tender nose.

For a moment, Legolas seemed to bear the touch. Then he pulled away, wincing. His nose and twitched immediately. “ihhhTihshhh!”

1.Allergic 2.Desperation 3.Cat 4.Summer 5.Itch 6.Light 7.Hands 8.Fever 9.Finally Alone 10.Worried 11.Broody 12.Loud 13.Grass 14.Genetics 15.Control 16.Dinner for Three 17.Doctor 18.Dust 19.Feather 20.Anticipation 21.Bed 22.Drugs 23.First Time 24.Headache 25.Handkerchief 26.Dog 27.Garden 28.Hoarse 29.Kink 30.Scent 31.Hold Back 32.Double 33.Harsh 34.Smoke 35.Making Dinner 36.Impatience 37.Incense 38.Horses 39.Pillow 40.Suffer 41.Nervous 42.Stare 43.Contagious 44.Relief 45.Temperature 46.Terrible 47.Wool 48.Tissues 49.Tease 50.Quarrel 51.Lonely 52.Snuggle 53.Asleep 54.Waiting 55.Frost 56.Rest 57.Flu 58.Phone Call 59.Apologize 60.Sore 61.Accent 62.Fur 63.Haze 64.Spices 65.Under the Weather 66.Stifle 67.Frustrated 68.Caught in the Act 69.Attack 70.Listless 71.Pressure 72.Muffled 73.Annoy 74.Humiliated 75.Disproportionate 76.Bath 77.Spring 78.Message 79.Headcold 80.Clinic 81.Confess 82.Tears 83.Dream 84.Polite 85.Sniff 86.Shower 87.Induce 88.Jealousy 89.Pills 90.Interrupt 91.Chill 92.Office 93.Remedy 94.Weird 95.Soft 96.Purr 97.Honey 98.Defeat 99.Smother 100.Gratitude



38.Horses
(Lord of the Rings, Legolas/Gimli)

Gimli hesitated outside the door to the barn. “Dwarves do not like horses.”

Legolas pressed a hand to Gimli’s back, applying just a little reassuring pressure. “You can ride with me. The horse will not hurt you.”

“But they…” His nose wrinkled, even as he rubbed it with a thick finger. “But they already are. Er… Herrr-Exgshh!”

“Oh Gimli…”

Aragorn turned in the doorway. “Not to worry. I know some herbs that will help with that tickle.”

Gimli found himself being ushered away at once, grumbling, “What will help is if I do not have to go near horses again.”

1.Allergic 2.Desperation 3.Cat 4.Summer 5.Itch 6.Light 7.Hands 8.Fever 9.Finally Alone 10.Worried 11.Broody 12.Loud 13.Grass 14.Genetics 15.Control 16.Dinner for Three 17.Doctor 18.Dust 19.Feather 20.Anticipation 21.Bed 22.Drugs 23.First Time 24.Headache 25.Handkerchief 26.Dog 27.Garden 28.Hoarse 29.Kink 30.Scent 31.Hold Back 32.Double 33.Harsh 34.Smoke 35.Making Dinner 36.Impatience 37.Incense 38.Horses 39.Pillow 40.Suffer 41.Nervous 42.Stare 43.Contagious 44.Relief 45.Temperature 46.Terrible 47.Wool 48.Tissues 49.Tease 50.Quarrel 51.Lonely 52.Snuggle 53.Asleep 54.Waiting 55.Frost 56.Rest 57.Flu 58.Phone Call 59.Apologize 60.Sore 61.Accent 62.Fur 63.Haze 64.Spices 65.Under the Weather 66.Stifle 67.Frustrated 68.Caught in the Act 69.Attack 70.Listless 71.Pressure 72.Muffled 73.Annoy 74.Humiliated 75.Disproportionate 76.Bath 77.Spring 78.Message 79.Headcold 80.Clinic 81.Confess 82.Tears 83.Dream 84.Polite 85.Sniff 86.Shower 87.Induce 88.Jealousy 89.Pills 90.Interrupt 91.Chill 92.Office 93.Remedy 94.Weird 95.Soft 96.Purr 97.Honey 98.Defeat 99.Smother 100.Gratitude


13. Grass
(Lord of the Rings, Faramir/Eowyn)

“Keep sniffling and it’s right back to the Halls of Healing for you.”

From his back, Faramir gazed lazily up at the clouds. “The flowers and grass tickle my nose, and you know it.” He reached out for Eowyn’s arm and received her instead, rolling over in a flourish to sit on top of him.

She twirled a blade of grass between her fingers. “Tickle, you say?”

“Don’t,” he warned.

But she did. Teasing and twirling gave way to tickling and twitching.

“Don’t, I’ll-heh-I’ll-heh-Ttttschhahh!” He sat up partially as he sneezed then fell back upon the grass with another sniffle.

Okay, so, I don't know how this one will be read by people, but I wrote it in a day just to see if it fit into world, and just couldn't stop it once I started. For a change, I wrote it just for me! heehee But it was inspired by some theories Masking and I were playing with over the weekend. Oh, and there is very little sneezing, but there are a couple tiny nods to it in there.

Title: Gimli, Son of Several
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: PG-13?
Pairings: Legolas/Gimli, other
Disclaimer: No money made, no offense intended, no relation to any companies.
Summary: Gimli tells Legolas about his childhood.
Author Notes: Masking and I were throwing around theories about dwarves’ sexuality, and how they might be bisexual given the scarcity of dwarf women (and their physical appearance so closely resembling dwarf men). And I put out the theory that maybe because there are so few dwarf women, large family units came about with multiple men and one woman and they’re all one big happy dwarf family where the men take comfort in each other as well. And then suddenly I was writing this fic. So, yeah. I give you: polyamorous dwarves.

( Gimli, Son of Several )