Getting the prize

Characters: Tom Hiddleston/You
Rated:
 G
Fandom: 
Tom Hiddleston. British Actor.
Author Notes:
Innuendos of sex.

I’m sitting in an empty bar by a small table. In front of me, there’s a glass of red wine. It’s half empty. I’m been sitting here for about 30 minutes with my own thoughts without even realising a man staring at me by the bar. I look up and smile. This man was so sexy I couldn’t believe my eyes. His hair was light brown and his eyes looked crystal blue in the light. He’s wearing a space blue suit without a tie. Under it the shirt is white. The two first buttons are undone so you could clearly see a part of his chest. It wasn’t what he’s wearing, it is the way he sits on the bar chair. His legs are wide apart with both of his feet on the footrest on the chair. He leans his left elbow on the desk behind him.

We keep looking at each other. I knew I shouldn’t look but my eyes begin to wander between his legs. He was alluring me on purpose to come closer. I look up at him and he still keeps looking at me. The smile of his was making my heart beat faster. But I wouldn’t let that stop me. He thought he was in charge by looking at me like that. I knew there was only one thing he wanted and I wouldn’t make him suffer much longer. I leave my wine glass on the table and stand up. I get closer to him while we look at each other. I lay my hands on his knees while we look in each other’s eyes. We don’t speak at all. I run my hands across his thighs while I get closer between his legs. The smile on his face disappears when my touch reaches his inner thighs and a grunt leave his lips. This man was smelling so good my head is spinning. Maybe it was lust or the scent of the danger of getting caught. I move my left hand on his groin. He takes my hand away and looks upset at me. But that makes me feel even more attracted to him. I wanted to get that prize no matter what.

I softly kiss his lips and he closes his eyes. I keep mine open. I loved looking at him this close. It was my time to try again. I slowly move my hand on his groin again but this time I caress him. I had him where I wanted. But he does something I didn’t expect. He bites my lower lip and pushes me gently away. He has this smug look on his face like he was proud of being cheeky. I just touch my lower lip to see if it bleeds. We were strangers but we wanted each other like we were lovers. I had this feeling this would be a wild night but he was making this more challenging. I would try to approach this matter differently. I look deep into his eyes while I move my hands across his thighs and up to his groin again. This time he doesn’t have time to react. He grunts louder but clears his throat. No one is around but yet he felt insecure. He could only blame himself for getting into this situation. Sitting with knees wide apart showing what was in store. I could feel his lust growing inside his pants but I wouldn’t let it out that easily. He needed to be punished for the lip biting. His breathing is getting deeper and just when he’s about to say something, I kiss his lips. I can feel his hands on my hips but I didn’t mind. This time I close my eyes and our kisses get more intense. I can’t help but moan which always makes his feet leave the footrest of the bar chair. I push myself away from his lips and give him a smile. He wasn’t amused so he tries to pull me back to him. He almost succeeds but I had an extra weapon to defend myself with.

I step back while I move my hands across his thighs. I stare at the prize which was now clearly seen. It makes him nervously looking around. People were walking by outside and anyone could step inside the bar. What he didn’t know was that I was actually the owner of this bar. My only employee had already left for the day so we were alone. We could do it right here but I wasn’t that secure about myself. It was a public place after all and I didn’t want an audience. I wanted to take him out of this misery but I wanted to tease him some more. I get closer to him again and is about to open the zip of his pants but he takes my hand away.

“Don’t think I will take this torture much longer”

So far we hadn’t said a thing but hearing that voice made my heart skip a bit. I was about to stop this but now I really wanted to make him irritated. I was so ready to finally release him and let him take me to heaven and back.

“Have you deserved it?” I look into his eyes

“If this is your way of foreplay to get the prize, then yes I do”

I can hear the desperation in his voice. I had never been this excited before and I could feel it down my inner thighs. I look down at the growing prize and slowly run my hands across it. His breathing is getting deeper.

“It must be really difficult to handle such a big thing”

He quickly takes a grip of both of my wrists and looks upset at me.

“You really are trying to get us in trouble, are you? How long did you think I would let you treat me like this, huh?”

I just smile and step back away from him. I never saw someone being so attractive while being agitated. I walk backwards while looking at him. He follows me. I get to the bathroom and as soon as we get there he gets closer to me. I let him do what he wants. Without a word, he pushes me against the wall. He opens his pants and I finally get to feel him inside me. I never expected for someone to take me the way he did. I got the prize I wanted and it wouldn’t be the last time.

 

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A different kind of friendship (part 3)

vinesLegolas didn’t come back. Thranduil sent a few elf’s to search for his son but they came back empty-handed. All night he thought about where Legolas could had went. Not only to the next morning, he finally realised where. Since Legolas horse was gone, there was only one place. It’s was time to meet the enemy.

Thranduil took his best elfs with him and they rode to Erebor. When they got there, it looked empty. As they got closer, a dwarf looked over the wall and saw them coming. He quickly disappeared. In a moment the doors to the mountain opened and 5 dwarves came out with their weapons ready. One of the dwarves, that was probably the head dwarf, lifted his axe higher.

“Who enters my kingdom without permission?” The dwarf raised angrily his voice
“This is King Thranduil. He doesn’t need permission” One of the elf said
“What is your business that you risk your life by coming here?” The dwarf was still angry
“You have something he wants back”
“Can’t he speak for himself or is he too shy?” The dwarf laughed and the others laughed with him

Thranduil looked angry at him and stepped closer with his elk.
“Give me back my son?” He raises his voice
“Your son? We don’t have your son”
“Where is Gloin? He’s behind this shambles”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There is no one named like that”
“If you’re not obeying my commands, you’ll regretting it” Thranduil was getting mad
The elfs lifted their bows and arrows at the dwarves. The dwarves lifted their weapons at the elfs in defends. They stared at each other harshly.

One dwarf stepped out from the back. He looked younger than the other dwarves. But yet he was no youngster. He wasn’t as defiant as the others. He kept his axe low.

“I am Gloin. I do not have your son. But coming here was a big mistake from your part. Stealing our gold is one thing, but accusing us from taking your son, is unforgivable” He said calmly

Legolas and Gimli had been out in the forest practising. When they get back to Erebor, they have heard disagreements outside the mountain. They had come back from the backdoor. It was a door that only Gimli knew. It was clear what the disagreement was all about. Legolas had to stop it. Also Gimli thought so. This fight had gone long enough.

Legolas climbed up the stairs to the stone wall and looked down.
“Stop this nonsense. It has gone too far. I don’t know why this years of fighting is still going on. But now it’s time to stop” He yelled

The dwarves and the elfs looked up from the ground. They were all puzzled. Gimli stood by his friend up on the wall.

“You’re a liar Gloin, son of Gróin. You do have my son” Thranduil yelled angry at Gloin

“He does not” Legolas answered calmly “I’m here because I want to”
“Come home at once. Let’s talk about this” Thranduil looked up at his son
“No. If I can become friends with a dwarf so can anybody. It doesn’t matter what race it is. Everyone can get along. We have more in common than any of you could ever imagine. There will be a time when we all need each other. Where will your allies then stand?”
“You are too young to understand. Dwarves can not be trusted. Let’s go home. This is not a place to argue”
“I understand more than you think”

“Gimli, what is going on?” Gloin interrupted their conversation “Do you stand by these words?”
“Yes father. Everything Legolas says is true. There must be a limit somewhere. Someone must take a stand and it might just be me and my friend Legolas”

The elfs and the dwarves were speechless. But Thranduil was stubborn. He didn’t like this one bit.
“This is all a waste of time. I want what’s mine” He raised his sword and pointed it towards the dwarfs

Legolas lifted his bow and arrow to aim.
“Father, if you don’t lay your sword down, I will be forced to shoot you” He was determined

Thranduil didn’t believe him. He moved closer with his elk but an arrow landed just a few inches from his feet. The elk startled and threw him off so he fell on the ground. Slowly he stood up and looked at his son surprised. Legolas had put a new arrow in his bow and aimed at him again. He wanted to prove he meant business. The others put their weapons down and realised that this hate between the races had strained relationships needlessly. Even a stubborn Thranduil swallowed his pride.

That day both the elfs and the dwarves learned that any friendship is precious. It all began when a young elf and a young dwarf started a different kind of friendship.

A different kind of friendship

Characters: Legolas, Gimli, Thranduil, Gloin
Ratings: G
Genre: Friendship/Prejudice
Fandom: The Hobbit, Lord of the rings
Author Notes: I got the idea from watching Lord of the rings. It’s a short story about the friendship between Legolas and Gimli. This is my look on it and it has nothing with the real story.

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Legolas was a young elf when he started his long-lasting friendship with Gimli. When they first met, they didn’t like each other. You see, Gimli was a dwarf and it was unheard of that an elf and a dwarf would become friends. For decades both races had been fighting against each other. Legolas father, Thranduil and Gimli’s father Gloin hated each other which made an impact on both sons. They didn’t know the real reason behind their conflict.

The day Legolas and Gimli met was when they were in Mirkwood, practising their skills. Legolas were shooting arrows against a tree when suddenly he heard a noise. It was like someone were chopping wood in the forest. He stopped and listened carefully. Everybody in Middle-Earth knew it was forbidden to touch anything without permission. Yet there were someone there. He took his bow and an arrow to follow the noise. He got closer and then he saw someone throwing an axe against the trees. He raised his bow and silently got even closer. He could see it was a young dwarf.

“Stop right there” Legolas said and raised his bow a little higher
The dwarf stopped and frighten looked at him.
“Who are you and what are you doing in my father lands?” Legolas asked firmly
“And who might your father be?” The dwarf asked calmly
“King Thranduil. Leave”
“Leave? I have the same right as you to be here”
“What’s your name, dwarf?”
“You tell me first”
“Legolas. Your turn”
“Gimli, Son of Gloin”
“You’re trespassing. Leave before something terrible will happen”
“Will you go and tell your father?” Gimli said sarcastically
Legolas lifted his bow against the dwarf’s head.
“I’ve practised for this so I could shoot dwarfs like you”
“I’m so afraid. I think you’re a coward like your father” Gimli said bravely
“If I were you, I would keep my mouth shut” Legolas said, raising his voice a little
“Hit a nerve, did I?”
“I’m warning you” Legolas said upset and tighten his bow
Gimli’s axe was at his feet. If he was quick enough, he could pick it up but he didn’t take the risk. His father had warned him about this. Elf’s were not to be trusted.
“Not much of an elf are you. I thought your kind are peaceful people. But I guess your father has changed all that”
“Your father is not much better. I guess it runs in the family for being greedy”
“You know nothing of my kin. It’s you elf’s that are greedy. You can’t be trusted” Gimli raised his voice
“That has nothing to do with me. I’m nothing like that” Legolas and puts down his bow and arrow
“Let me be the judge of that. You don’t give a very good impression of yourself”
“I’m sorry. Truce?” Legolas said and offered his hand
“Truce” Gimli said and they shook hands
That’s how their friendship started. It wouldn’t be easy but no one could tell them what to do.

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