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    A near-death experience inspires Gimli to reveal feelings he has been long-suppressing, feelings that Legolas discovers he returns full-fold. They quickly move to exploring one another's bodies, and soon discover the differences between elvish and dwarvish lovemaking (even if they don't yet know all the words). But as different as they and their people are, they've always fit together perfectly...so surely this will be no exception?

    "Gimli," he murmured, his words half-muffled in the beard that covered the dwarven neck he nuzzled, "Gimli, may I touch you?"

    "Daft fool elf," Gimli panted in return, "what do you call this?"

    "No, I mean—I mean all of you," Legolas explained, his voice gone low and half-breathless beneath the weight of his words. "I mean your skin, Gimli, your body…"

    Mainly an excuse to record and share my needlessly in-depth headcanons about dwarven and elvish bodies and sexual practices in explicit detail. In other words: porn what porn? This is pure world-building in a veneer of smut. (Spoiler: also plenty of porn.)

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    “It’s got such a presence to it, even from a distance,” Bilbo says softly, and there’s a general murmur of awed agreement from the others. “Why, in all my fifty years, I never thought I’d see such a thing, and we haven’t even arrived yet!”

    Thorin’s sword hits the ground with a clatter, and Balin chokes on his pipe.

    The hobbit doesn’t look at Thorin, too busy thumping Balin on the back. Once the dwarf seems able to breathe again, he looks up, to find thirteen wide pairs of eyes fixed on him.

    “What?” he says defensively, though he’s not sure what he’s defending.

    “You’re how old?” Kíli squeaks.

    Bilbo frowns at the young dwarf. “I’m fifty years old. Well, fifty-one, come springtime. Though it is not very polite to ask someone their age so bluntly,” he tells him primly.

    Fíli makes a choked sound, and Nori lets out a vicious string of swears in Khuzdul.

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    05 Mar 2026

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    ”Listen here, you—“ Thorin hisses something in Khuzdul at the hobbit— something Bilbo could at least say for sure was an insult.

    “Bilbo Baggins set out with my company to reclaim my kingdom. If he is dead as you say so, then I would rather die before letting you desecrate his honor by selling off his spoons!”

    “Set out— Company—“ Tosser sputters. “No one is desecrating none’s honour here, Mr. Dwarf. This is a family matter. Late Mr Baggin’s left no will, you see.”

    That gives Thorin a pause but he doesn’t take long to recover. The dwarf takes a step forward, gripping his sword and—

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    “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

    “Yes,” Legolas says, barely more than a whisper. “I need to hear you say it.”

    For a moment, he wonders if Gimli is going to back down. He wonders if the thought crosses Gimli’s mind, too. But then Gimli meets his eyes and looks at him in a way Legolas might only think to describe as intent.

    Or, Legolas and Gimli are able to slip away amidst Rohan's preparation for the Battle of Helm's Deep.

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    The golden lamps of the royal dining hall cast a warm, amber glow over the table, but the atmosphere in the corridors of Erebor was far from peaceful. For months, a low-level murmur of dissent had been brewing in the darker corners of the mountain. Most of the kingdom adored their Hobbit Consort, the "Luck-wearer" who had helped reclaim their home. But one particular nobleman, Lord Bruni, a traditionalist with a heart as cold as the stone he mined, could not stand the sight of a Halfling wearing a crown of Mithril. To him, Bilbo Baggins was a soft, power-hungry intruder who had bewitched the King.

    Bruni had decided that the "Hobbit problem" required a permanent solution. He hadn't just used a drop of poison; he had used enough to fell a dragon.

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