The dwarf lay on his back, staring at the ceiling with a smile of pure contentment on his face; the elf was pressed tightly against him, unwilling to loose any opportunity for skin to touch skin. After a moment, Legolas spoke drowsily against his lover's bicep.
"Gimli," he said, "I have a question for you. I am trying to understand the differences between our races better."
"Mmmm?" Gimli asked, too lazy to form a coherent sentence.
Legolas reached for Gimli's hand and pulled it closer to his waist. "Are all dwarves such sinfully amazing lovers, or is it just you?"
