Adventures of Gildor and Kagolin
Just a random drabble featuring Zimmay's character (Gildor Maeglin Helyanwë) and mine (Kagolin Minyatur).
Even though they're both straight.. We'll admit we like to slash them and put them in awkward situations for the lols.
Pairing: Gildor x Kagolin
Rating: PG-13 - innuendo/double entendre
Prompt: Gildor can't swim, Kagolin saves him.
Dedicated to: Zimmay
Fishing For Gold
Muggy. Hot. Sweltering. Disgusting. Humid. Dank. Rancid.
Ugh.
"Hey, Shorty-"
"Call me short one more time, and I'll close off your windpipe with a word."
Pausing briefly to let his partner calm, Kagolin yawned, stifling it with a heavily tattooed hand clapped to his mouth.
"Well, Brighteyes-" A groan of annoyance from the shorter elfin man failed to deter the blonde, "I was thinking.."
"Oh? You were? That's rare-"
"Shut up, dumbass- I know you've been pinching my coins-"
"What? Me? Never, would I do that?"
Gildor. Short, blind, silver-haired, obnoxious (thought he) Gildor. Kagolin ground his teeth, he wondered why he hung out with the chump. Afterall, the man was a con-artist after what few gold and silver coins he had left (if any) jingling in his pocket.
Though... Kagolin had to admit, the sorceror was a good business partner; no one else he had worked with was as intuitive or creative in methods of swindling money from pretty ladies, or blissfully ignorant men. All in all, he was a great team player, until the spoils were to be split; and then it got a little unfair.
"Anyways, Brighteyes-" The taller could feel the air around him drop a few degrees, but he pressed on, "It's a hot day.. we should take a swim. Or a bath. I swear, you're stinking up a storm."
"I'd say the same to you. And, I can't swim. However, you can go swim in a pond, and I will go bathe in the inn." Gildor countered wittily, word for word, fighting fire with fire.
The weapons master laughed, heartily- at least, he thought, the shorty was good for some banter. Unlike the brawny knuckleheads he'd taught back when he still worked as a weapons master. Now, kicked out of house and dojo, he'd been hard pressed to earn money doing the odd job here, or the pretty woman there...
Kagolin looked over his shoulder, admiring a rather curvy beauty bent over a spread out blanket as the pair made their way through the lush meadowland at the outskirts of the small town they'd arrived in. In fact, there were many curvy beauties all along the park, a few men dotted subsequently.
'Ah.. So that explains it..' The blond thought to himself as his eyes scanned the environment, studying the wide and deep river that ran around the village forming a natural moat.
They were almost upon a small bridge that appeared to be missing railings. And with the traffic in crossing the bridge, he was sure there was some misfortune to befall the poor fool walking at the edge of the wooden planks.
There was nothing that could hide the smirk that grew on his face when Gildor, blind thing that he was, began to climb the structure, striding at his side close to the edge; the staff in the sorcerer's hand nervously raking along the wooden curb.
However, a scuffle broke out on the bridge in the throng of people as apparently, a pickpocket had decided it was their big chance. The failed attempt caused a tussle, and in the midst of confused commuters bumping into one another- to Kagolin's horror, and morbid amusement- a portly, middle-aged human bumped into Gildor from behind and knocked the dumbfounded elf right off the bridge.
A loud splash signaled the flock to crowd at the edge of a now heavily creaking bridge.
"Shit."
Blue-green eyes searched the water for his traveling companion- the dip owed him a pint of ale after nicking his from the last tavern. Nothing but a floating staff and bubbles rose to greet him.
"Shorty, we're teaching you how to doggy-paddle.." Kagolin hissed to himself, sighing in resignation. With a strong arm he motioned the throng of people back, vacating a semicircle around him. He glanced over his shoulder with a confident smile and word. "Fear not, I shall retrieve my friend."
You dumbass, you owe me more than a pint.. Lifting the faded maroon tunic he wore over his head, he tossed it to the side. Bracers followed, red hair sticks, boots- and after a second thought- a yellow half-shirt quickly joined the pile. The weapon's master would've dropped more, but the fear of some pickpocket rifling through his effects while he was absent stopped him.
The mass of bubbles that fluttered to the surface were less abundant; and yet the blond took his time, rolling his shoulders, cracking his neck; whispers were breaking out in the crowd about how casually and slow he was reacting, as if it were a common occurrence.
Really, he just wanted to take his sweet time, maybe Gildor would actually thank him for saving his scrawny ass this time. Maybe.
Without another word, Kagolin crouched and leapt, executing a perfect dive into the water where Gildor had fallen, eliciting no more than a pitiful splash in comparison to the sorcerer's floundering bellyflop.
Cold! The weapons master grunted, blinking past the wave of bubbles and floating sediment. With a roll of his eyes, his arms propelled him down, further, further; he could see Gildor floating below him against the riverbed, unconscious.
Maybe I took too long.. Kagolin worried as he reached out, grabbed a limp, cold arm and tugged, pulling the rag-doll body towards him. He slid his arm around the sorcerer's waist, securing the smaller body to his own as he sank down to the river bottom.
With another crouch and jump, the elf propelled himself and his quarry upwards, fast, his lungs were starting to burn, burn; the surface grew closer brighter-
"AAaahhh, shit, Brighteyes, you're a heap of trouble.." Kagolin growled between gasps as his head broke the surface of the water, followed by the drooping silver locks.
Spying the sorcerer's staff bobbing not too far away, Kagolin reached out and grasped it, tucking it into the hand that held the other elf. He kicked his legs, grabbing at water with his free arm, moving himself and Gildor towards the riverbank.
The crowd looked on silently, though there were a few cheers.
Kagolin crawled ashore. He turned swiftly, hooking his hands under his unconscious comrade's armpits and dragged the man further out of the water.
"Alright, Gilly, naptime's over," He prodded the sorcerer's leg none-too-gently. A few moments passed, no response.
With a frustrated half-scream, Kagolin threw his arms and eyes up to look at the sky- Why, Goddess? Why me? He settled a foot on his partner's abdomen, and jiggled his knee, rolling the body back and forth beneath him, growling.
"Hey, Shorty, joke's over; get up, there's no need for drama over a little splash."
Still no response. Panic started to wedge its way into the edges of his ethos.
"Shorty?" Kagolin breathed, kneeling down as he reached out and pressed two fingers into the side of Gildor's neck. No pulse- Tearing the other's green tunic open and pushing the fabric to the sides, he laid his head on the other's chest, same-
"Shit! Shit shit shit! Why do you have to do this to me, man?!" The blond panicked, his arms grabbing the stiff shoulders beneath him, shaking the elf roughly.
"Oh Goddess why me-" He dropped the body promptly, steeling his resolve. Every citizen had been taught the "Breath of Life".. Should this misfortune befall a poor fool. The weapons master was loathe to perform it. It was vile. It was awkward. It was Gildor.
All sorts of obscenities ran through Kagolin's head, in every language he knew, as he bent down over his partner. All the considerations of how undesirable this task was, and how he liked women rattled his mind.
Them the thought occurred again, it was Gildor.
It meant he didn't have to be gentle.
Face drawn in an expressionless mask, Kagolin rose his right arm, his hand balling into a fist. He brought it down on Gildor's chest in a heavy thump, instead of the ideal firm, palm-down thrust. He repeated the action again, leaving much tenderness to be desired.
Satisfied with his attempts at reviving the heart through "massage", he grimaced as he bent down, pinched Gildor's nose with his left and pressed his lips firmly against the other's.
Ugh. Kagolin thought, forcing a breath of air into the sorcerer's lungs; the jerk had the audacity to lay motionless beneath him, and he repeated his actions (though gentler) with much chagrin. He could feel a flush of embarrassment rising to his cheeks when his lips found themselves on Gildor's for a second time...
.. And several, because apparently, Sleeping Beauty certainly couldn't have enough of his Prince Charming.
Prince Charming was red in the face, and slightly afraid that the Gods had been joking; and that he'd been making out this whole time with a corpse.
Lips met with lips, and air finally met with movement, resistance. Tongue, teeth- Suddenly Gildor's eyes flew open, and Kagolin found himself staring awkwardly into milky irises, knowing full well the man beneath him would not see the horrified expression on his face.
The weapon's master drew back with a disgusted snarl (and relief, as much as he hated to admit), wiping his lips with the back of his hand as Gildor shot up, coughing, retching the water that'd wormed its way into his lungs.
With no tenderness lost between them, Kagolin brought his left hand down in a hearty, resounding slap on the sorcerer's back, earning another gush of water- but at least the boy would be breathing clearly.
It was times like these that the blond was thankful that Gildor was blind; he wasn't sure how the man would've responded to waking up with the lips of a soaking, muscular, half-naked man's pressed against his own.
Gildor didn't stop coughing for a while, he was rubbing a large black and blue bruise that was forming on his chest from Kagolin's thumps.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty, did you have a nice dream?" Kagolin drawled, rolling back from his kneel into a squat, resting his elbows on his knees. He found himself unable to bite back the tease. "It must've been really nice, 'cause you needed a lot of 'True love's kisses' to wake you."
"Wh- What were.. You.. doing..." Words interspersed with wet coughs dribbled from Gildor's mouth. The shorter elf spat on the ground, making a disgusted face. "Fishing for.. gold?"
Oh, good, back to his witty smart-ass self, I see.
"Well, you were quite the catch, had to put my whole body into it.. Besides, if I were fishing for gold, I wouldn't have my tongue down your throat, I think I'd have better chances with my hands in your pants." Kagolin responded smoothly, double entendres purposefully woven into his words.
The sorcerer turned towards where Kagolin's voice originated, scoffing and glaring daggers at the blond. He was still taking deep, shuddering breaths- Good, he wouldn't be speaking for a while, I was getting tired of his voice.
Kagolin gazed back coolly, a smirk curling onto his face despite the embarrassing situation he'd just participated in.
If only the dip could see how red he was turning when the crowd cheered for another life saved.
Even though they're both straight.. We'll admit we like to slash them and put them in awkward situations for the lols.
Pairing: Gildor x Kagolin
Rating: PG-13 - innuendo/double entendre
Prompt: Gildor can't swim, Kagolin saves him.
Dedicated to: Zimmay
Fishing For Gold
Muggy. Hot. Sweltering. Disgusting. Humid. Dank. Rancid.
Ugh.
"Hey, Shorty-"
"Call me short one more time, and I'll close off your windpipe with a word."
Pausing briefly to let his partner calm, Kagolin yawned, stifling it with a heavily tattooed hand clapped to his mouth.
"Well, Brighteyes-" A groan of annoyance from the shorter elfin man failed to deter the blonde, "I was thinking.."
"Oh? You were? That's rare-"
"Shut up, dumbass- I know you've been pinching my coins-"
"What? Me? Never, would I do that?"
Gildor. Short, blind, silver-haired, obnoxious (thought he) Gildor. Kagolin ground his teeth, he wondered why he hung out with the chump. Afterall, the man was a con-artist after what few gold and silver coins he had left (if any) jingling in his pocket.
Though... Kagolin had to admit, the sorceror was a good business partner; no one else he had worked with was as intuitive or creative in methods of swindling money from pretty ladies, or blissfully ignorant men. All in all, he was a great team player, until the spoils were to be split; and then it got a little unfair.
"Anyways, Brighteyes-" The taller could feel the air around him drop a few degrees, but he pressed on, "It's a hot day.. we should take a swim. Or a bath. I swear, you're stinking up a storm."
"I'd say the same to you. And, I can't swim. However, you can go swim in a pond, and I will go bathe in the inn." Gildor countered wittily, word for word, fighting fire with fire.
The weapons master laughed, heartily- at least, he thought, the shorty was good for some banter. Unlike the brawny knuckleheads he'd taught back when he still worked as a weapons master. Now, kicked out of house and dojo, he'd been hard pressed to earn money doing the odd job here, or the pretty woman there...
Kagolin looked over his shoulder, admiring a rather curvy beauty bent over a spread out blanket as the pair made their way through the lush meadowland at the outskirts of the small town they'd arrived in. In fact, there were many curvy beauties all along the park, a few men dotted subsequently.
'Ah.. So that explains it..' The blond thought to himself as his eyes scanned the environment, studying the wide and deep river that ran around the village forming a natural moat.
They were almost upon a small bridge that appeared to be missing railings. And with the traffic in crossing the bridge, he was sure there was some misfortune to befall the poor fool walking at the edge of the wooden planks.
There was nothing that could hide the smirk that grew on his face when Gildor, blind thing that he was, began to climb the structure, striding at his side close to the edge; the staff in the sorcerer's hand nervously raking along the wooden curb.
However, a scuffle broke out on the bridge in the throng of people as apparently, a pickpocket had decided it was their big chance. The failed attempt caused a tussle, and in the midst of confused commuters bumping into one another- to Kagolin's horror, and morbid amusement- a portly, middle-aged human bumped into Gildor from behind and knocked the dumbfounded elf right off the bridge.
A loud splash signaled the flock to crowd at the edge of a now heavily creaking bridge.
"Shit."
Blue-green eyes searched the water for his traveling companion- the dip owed him a pint of ale after nicking his from the last tavern. Nothing but a floating staff and bubbles rose to greet him.
"Shorty, we're teaching you how to doggy-paddle.." Kagolin hissed to himself, sighing in resignation. With a strong arm he motioned the throng of people back, vacating a semicircle around him. He glanced over his shoulder with a confident smile and word. "Fear not, I shall retrieve my friend."
You dumbass, you owe me more than a pint.. Lifting the faded maroon tunic he wore over his head, he tossed it to the side. Bracers followed, red hair sticks, boots- and after a second thought- a yellow half-shirt quickly joined the pile. The weapon's master would've dropped more, but the fear of some pickpocket rifling through his effects while he was absent stopped him.
The mass of bubbles that fluttered to the surface were less abundant; and yet the blond took his time, rolling his shoulders, cracking his neck; whispers were breaking out in the crowd about how casually and slow he was reacting, as if it were a common occurrence.
Really, he just wanted to take his sweet time, maybe Gildor would actually thank him for saving his scrawny ass this time. Maybe.
Without another word, Kagolin crouched and leapt, executing a perfect dive into the water where Gildor had fallen, eliciting no more than a pitiful splash in comparison to the sorcerer's floundering bellyflop.
Cold! The weapons master grunted, blinking past the wave of bubbles and floating sediment. With a roll of his eyes, his arms propelled him down, further, further; he could see Gildor floating below him against the riverbed, unconscious.
Maybe I took too long.. Kagolin worried as he reached out, grabbed a limp, cold arm and tugged, pulling the rag-doll body towards him. He slid his arm around the sorcerer's waist, securing the smaller body to his own as he sank down to the river bottom.
With another crouch and jump, the elf propelled himself and his quarry upwards, fast, his lungs were starting to burn, burn; the surface grew closer brighter-
"AAaahhh, shit, Brighteyes, you're a heap of trouble.." Kagolin growled between gasps as his head broke the surface of the water, followed by the drooping silver locks.
Spying the sorcerer's staff bobbing not too far away, Kagolin reached out and grasped it, tucking it into the hand that held the other elf. He kicked his legs, grabbing at water with his free arm, moving himself and Gildor towards the riverbank.
The crowd looked on silently, though there were a few cheers.
Kagolin crawled ashore. He turned swiftly, hooking his hands under his unconscious comrade's armpits and dragged the man further out of the water.
"Alright, Gilly, naptime's over," He prodded the sorcerer's leg none-too-gently. A few moments passed, no response.
With a frustrated half-scream, Kagolin threw his arms and eyes up to look at the sky- Why, Goddess? Why me? He settled a foot on his partner's abdomen, and jiggled his knee, rolling the body back and forth beneath him, growling.
"Hey, Shorty, joke's over; get up, there's no need for drama over a little splash."
Still no response. Panic started to wedge its way into the edges of his ethos.
"Shorty?" Kagolin breathed, kneeling down as he reached out and pressed two fingers into the side of Gildor's neck. No pulse- Tearing the other's green tunic open and pushing the fabric to the sides, he laid his head on the other's chest, same-
"Shit! Shit shit shit! Why do you have to do this to me, man?!" The blond panicked, his arms grabbing the stiff shoulders beneath him, shaking the elf roughly.
"Oh Goddess why me-" He dropped the body promptly, steeling his resolve. Every citizen had been taught the "Breath of Life".. Should this misfortune befall a poor fool. The weapons master was loathe to perform it. It was vile. It was awkward. It was Gildor.
All sorts of obscenities ran through Kagolin's head, in every language he knew, as he bent down over his partner. All the considerations of how undesirable this task was, and how he liked women rattled his mind.
Them the thought occurred again, it was Gildor.
It meant he didn't have to be gentle.
Face drawn in an expressionless mask, Kagolin rose his right arm, his hand balling into a fist. He brought it down on Gildor's chest in a heavy thump, instead of the ideal firm, palm-down thrust. He repeated the action again, leaving much tenderness to be desired.
Satisfied with his attempts at reviving the heart through "massage", he grimaced as he bent down, pinched Gildor's nose with his left and pressed his lips firmly against the other's.
Ugh. Kagolin thought, forcing a breath of air into the sorcerer's lungs; the jerk had the audacity to lay motionless beneath him, and he repeated his actions (though gentler) with much chagrin. He could feel a flush of embarrassment rising to his cheeks when his lips found themselves on Gildor's for a second time...
.. And several, because apparently, Sleeping Beauty certainly couldn't have enough of his Prince Charming.
Prince Charming was red in the face, and slightly afraid that the Gods had been joking; and that he'd been making out this whole time with a corpse.
Lips met with lips, and air finally met with movement, resistance. Tongue, teeth- Suddenly Gildor's eyes flew open, and Kagolin found himself staring awkwardly into milky irises, knowing full well the man beneath him would not see the horrified expression on his face.
The weapon's master drew back with a disgusted snarl (and relief, as much as he hated to admit), wiping his lips with the back of his hand as Gildor shot up, coughing, retching the water that'd wormed its way into his lungs.
With no tenderness lost between them, Kagolin brought his left hand down in a hearty, resounding slap on the sorcerer's back, earning another gush of water- but at least the boy would be breathing clearly.
It was times like these that the blond was thankful that Gildor was blind; he wasn't sure how the man would've responded to waking up with the lips of a soaking, muscular, half-naked man's pressed against his own.
Gildor didn't stop coughing for a while, he was rubbing a large black and blue bruise that was forming on his chest from Kagolin's thumps.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty, did you have a nice dream?" Kagolin drawled, rolling back from his kneel into a squat, resting his elbows on his knees. He found himself unable to bite back the tease. "It must've been really nice, 'cause you needed a lot of 'True love's kisses' to wake you."
"Wh- What were.. You.. doing..." Words interspersed with wet coughs dribbled from Gildor's mouth. The shorter elf spat on the ground, making a disgusted face. "Fishing for.. gold?"
Oh, good, back to his witty smart-ass self, I see.
"Well, you were quite the catch, had to put my whole body into it.. Besides, if I were fishing for gold, I wouldn't have my tongue down your throat, I think I'd have better chances with my hands in your pants." Kagolin responded smoothly, double entendres purposefully woven into his words.
The sorcerer turned towards where Kagolin's voice originated, scoffing and glaring daggers at the blond. He was still taking deep, shuddering breaths- Good, he wouldn't be speaking for a while, I was getting tired of his voice.
Kagolin gazed back coolly, a smirk curling onto his face despite the embarrassing situation he'd just participated in.
If only the dip could see how red he was turning when the crowd cheered for another life saved.