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Gimli stood out amidst an open plain, staring around at the mild day. He and Legolas were soon to be off, as Fíli and Ori’s first child was to be crowned the heir apparent. The couple had ventured away from the North, for a respite from it, but now it was time to return for the impending coronation of Gimli’s younger cousin.
“Well, Master Dwarf, I suppose we should be on our way, don’t you?” Legolas asked, sitting high in his saddle, atop a white horse.
“Aye, if we leave now, we should make good time to Erebor,” Gimli replied, beginning to turn so that he could mount his pony with the help of a nearby rock.
“Oh, before we go,” Legolas drawled, causing Gimli to turn around.
Legolas, in a show of skill and dexterity, leant over the side of his horse in a way that had him nearly parallel with the ground as he kissed Gimli squarely upon the lips. It was quick but soft, before he rose up.
A radiant smile lit up his face, prior to Legolas saying, “Race you to that line of trees.”
Shortly, he was off, leaving Gimli to smile in his wake.
“That was a first,” Gimli muttered, then mounted his steed to follow Legolas once more.