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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
1,406
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
That First Connection
TITLE: Forever His ~ That First Connection (1/13)
PAIRINGS: Elijah/Josh, unrequited Orlijah
RATING: PG-13 at the moment. Eventual NC-17.
SUMMARY: Orlando can try as hard as he likes, but Elijah will never be his.
DISCLAIMER: As far as I know, this is all fiction. Made up. Only real in the world inside my head. Please don’t sue!
FEEDBACK: Pwetty please?!
NOTES: This is the first Faculty slashfic I ever wrote, and as such I decided to start with what I know – RPS. It also incorporates LotR RPS. Also, I've never smoked in my life, so if I've got something wrong then I'm sorry.
That First Connection
He remembered his first time like it was yesterday. He remembered it every single time he did it. If anyone found out, he often thought to himself, they would think he was insane, but it didn’t stop him remembering. And it wasn’t just a hazy memory, either – he remembered every single last detail.
~EW~*~JH~
He had been sixteen years old and filming for The Faculty. They had been about to film the scene in Zeke’s basement, the one where they would all have to sniff “scat” in order to prove that they weren’t aliens.
The first thing that had intrigued him had been the smell. He and Josh hadn’t spent much time together up until now, so to learn even that he smoked had been a novelty. The issue of what exactly he smoked had been a different mystery altogether. It hadn’t been the sort of cigarette smell he was used to – he had spent enough time around smokers before now to know this, and even if he didn’t, the fact that the smoke smelt different to that from Clea’s cigarettes would have tipped him off.
He had been sat between Clea and Shawn, vaguely listening to the conversation between the pair. His eyes had been fixed on Josh, but he hadn’t realised that he’d been staring until Josh had looked up. He had almost instantly averted his gaze, not wanting to seem rude. Josh had simply smiled.
“What’s so interesting, Elijah?”
“Nothing.” He had felt the flush creeping up his cheeks, cursing himself for being so blatant.
“Well whatever it is, it must beat our conversation,” Shawn had teased. “You do remember we were talking, don’t you?”
“Guys, don’t pick on him.” As usual, Clea had leapt to his defence. He liked Clea – she didn’t make him feel as awkward as other girls did. While he was still shy with Laura and Jordana, he had always been at ease with Clea. It had probably helped that she had seemed shy with the other girls as well – she had seemed more at home talking to the guys.
Josh had moved forward from the table he’d been leaning against. “We’re not picking on him. I just want to know what’s gotten him uriourious.”
Elijah had blinked at this. “I…I…curious?”
“Your eyes give it all away.” Josh had perched on the end of the sofa, nearest to Elijah. “So why don’t you just ask me and be done with it?”
Elijah had bitten his lip at this, looking away shyly. “I…I was just wondering…what is that?”
He had pointed to the small stub that Josh had still held between his fingers. Josh had looked at it almost as though he had forgotten it was still there, before flicking it to the floor and stamping it out.
“It’s called a clove. Want one?” He had brandished the packet he had just taken from his jeans pocket at Elijah.
Clea had snorted derisively. “If you’re gonna lead him astray, Josh, at least start him on something real.” She herself had come to tnd ond of what must have been her tenth cigarette that day. “Not that weird crap.”
“It’s not ‘weird’,” Josh had retorted. “It’s just different.”
Elijah’s eyes had fixed on the packet, a myriad of different thoughts racing through his head. If he started smoking, would it become the start of a downward spiral that had already claimed many of his peers? On the other hand…well, it couldn’t hurt to try, could it?
Josh had smiled as he brandished the packet a little closer. “You won’t become an addict from just one. If you don’t like it, you never have to do it again.”
The others had all seen the temptation in Elijah’s eyes. He had looked to Clea, as though somehow expecting her judgement on the matter. She had simply shaken her head. “It’s not for me to tell you what not to do, Lij. If you wanna try it, you go ahead.”
Elijah had looked down a little. “I’m afraid.”
“Of what?” Clea’s tone had not been mocking, just a concerned friend wanting to know what was stopping him.
Elijah’s voice had been little more than a whisper. “What if…what if I screw up or something?”
Josh had given him a reassuring smile. “We’ll look after you, Elijah. None of us are going to force you into something you don’t wanna do, but don’t expect us to force you out of something either.”
Finally, hesitantly, Elijah had taken a long, white stick from the packet. His hand had been visibly shaking as he moved to place it in his mouth and he had been grateful for Clea taking his other hand, a physical sign that she at least would allow no harm to come to him.
Josh had taken the lighter from his pocket and lit the end of the cigarette. “Just remember not to inhale.”
Elijah had nodded, trying to adjust to the sensation of actually smoking. Echoing the hand movement he had noticed Clea using countless times, he had removed the now burning stick from his mouth, eyes watering as he tried not to choke on the smoke that he could taste.
Clea had squeezed his hand. “Just breathe it out, Lij.”
He had done as he was told, coughing a little as the foreign substance began to irritate his throat. He had glanced at Clea, afraid that he had screwed up just as he had predicted.
Josh had placed a hand on his shoulder. “Take your time. It takes a while to get used to that.”
“We’ve all been there,” Clea had added. “You just have to decide whether it does enough for you to warrant your getting used to it.”
Elijah had nodded, cautiously going to take another puff. Through the irritation, he had felt himself relax a little – his grip on Clea’s hand had lessened slightly, though he hadn’t been aware of it.
Shawn had smiled a little. “Congratulations, Josh. I think’ve ’ve got him hooked.”
Just then, Robert had called for everyone to get ready for the scene. Elijah had glanced at Josh.
Josh had just smiled. “Ashtray’s on the table.”
enteenter>~EW~*~JH~
He recounted the tale every time he was asked why he smoked. It was one of his favourite memories – the moment that had cemented his friendship with Clea and begun something deeper with Josh. He didn’t tell them that, of course, but suddenly he had found himself enjoying things much more on set.
It naturally followed that one of the first things his fellow actors had learnt when he had flown out to New Zealand for Lord of the Rings was the story behind his smoking. When he’d first arrived, he’d been a little wary of the fact that he was the only one smoking but it soon stopped being an issue once he clicked with his fellow Hobbit actors. Of course, Dom and Billy teased him about it, but that was Dom and Billy – they teased everyone. And it didn’t stop them going to him on nights out, begging for a smoke in their drunken states. Elijah had never understood what he dubbed “drunk smokers” – surely you either did or you didn’t?
As filming went on and the number of cast members grew, Elijah found it more and more lonely being the only smoker. Whereas before he had been able to go outside with Josh and Clea and talk while they satisfied their addiction, here in New Zealand he had to find a corner alone and smoke in silence. He knew it was a small price to pay for such a great experience, but he still wished he had someone to share e she short moments with.
After a while, his cigarette breaks became less lonely – not least because he was no longer alone for them. While he was still the only smoker, he had found a companion in Orlando. Orlando insisted that it didn’t bother him being with Elijah while he smoked and for that Elijah was grateful. He liked Orlando – he was eager and enthusiastic, and it was clear to see that he would go far. Though the other man was a fair bit older than him, there was still a naivety about him that Elijah had lost through years of being in the industry.
On one such break, Elijah looked up to see Orlando staring at him. Even before he realised what he was saying, he asked, “What’s so interesting, Orli?”
Orlando shook his head. “It’s nothing.”
Well, at least he sounds more convincing than I did. Elijah smiled. “Alright then. Nothing it is.”
Orlando returned the smile, fighting back the desire to ask Elijah what he really wanted to know. He knew the Faculty story well enough, but what he didn’t know was how Elijah could remember it all so vividly, or what the look in his eyes meant every time he lit up. In fact, there were many things about Elijah he wondered about, but he would never dare ask. Not yet.
“Alright guys, back to the set!”
As Peter called the actors to him, Elijah threw his cigarette to the ground and stubbed it out. As Orlando watched him walk off, one question still burned in his mind.
What does the smoking mean to you, Lij?
PAIRINGS: Elijah/Josh, unrequited Orlijah
RATING: PG-13 at the moment. Eventual NC-17.
SUMMARY: Orlando can try as hard as he likes, but Elijah will never be his.
DISCLAIMER: As far as I know, this is all fiction. Made up. Only real in the world inside my head. Please don’t sue!
FEEDBACK: Pwetty please?!
NOTES: This is the first Faculty slashfic I ever wrote, and as such I decided to start with what I know – RPS. It also incorporates LotR RPS. Also, I've never smoked in my life, so if I've got something wrong then I'm sorry.
He remembered his first time like it was yesterday. He remembered it every single time he did it. If anyone found out, he often thought to himself, they would think he was insane, but it didn’t stop him remembering. And it wasn’t just a hazy memory, either – he remembered every single last detail.
He had been sixteen years old and filming for The Faculty. They had been about to film the scene in Zeke’s basement, the one where they would all have to sniff “scat” in order to prove that they weren’t aliens.
The first thing that had intrigued him had been the smell. He and Josh hadn’t spent much time together up until now, so to learn even that he smoked had been a novelty. The issue of what exactly he smoked had been a different mystery altogether. It hadn’t been the sort of cigarette smell he was used to – he had spent enough time around smokers before now to know this, and even if he didn’t, the fact that the smoke smelt different to that from Clea’s cigarettes would have tipped him off.
He had been sat between Clea and Shawn, vaguely listening to the conversation between the pair. His eyes had been fixed on Josh, but he hadn’t realised that he’d been staring until Josh had looked up. He had almost instantly averted his gaze, not wanting to seem rude. Josh had simply smiled.
“What’s so interesting, Elijah?”
“Nothing.” He had felt the flush creeping up his cheeks, cursing himself for being so blatant.
“Well whatever it is, it must beat our conversation,” Shawn had teased. “You do remember we were talking, don’t you?”
“Guys, don’t pick on him.” As usual, Clea had leapt to his defence. He liked Clea – she didn’t make him feel as awkward as other girls did. While he was still shy with Laura and Jordana, he had always been at ease with Clea. It had probably helped that she had seemed shy with the other girls as well – she had seemed more at home talking to the guys.
Josh had moved forward from the table he’d been leaning against. “We’re not picking on him. I just want to know what’s gotten him uriourious.”
Elijah had blinked at this. “I…I…curious?”
“Your eyes give it all away.” Josh had perched on the end of the sofa, nearest to Elijah. “So why don’t you just ask me and be done with it?”
Elijah had bitten his lip at this, looking away shyly. “I…I was just wondering…what is that?”
He had pointed to the small stub that Josh had still held between his fingers. Josh had looked at it almost as though he had forgotten it was still there, before flicking it to the floor and stamping it out.
“It’s called a clove. Want one?” He had brandished the packet he had just taken from his jeans pocket at Elijah.
Clea had snorted derisively. “If you’re gonna lead him astray, Josh, at least start him on something real.” She herself had come to tnd ond of what must have been her tenth cigarette that day. “Not that weird crap.”
“It’s not ‘weird’,” Josh had retorted. “It’s just different.”
Elijah’s eyes had fixed on the packet, a myriad of different thoughts racing through his head. If he started smoking, would it become the start of a downward spiral that had already claimed many of his peers? On the other hand…well, it couldn’t hurt to try, could it?
Josh had smiled as he brandished the packet a little closer. “You won’t become an addict from just one. If you don’t like it, you never have to do it again.”
The others had all seen the temptation in Elijah’s eyes. He had looked to Clea, as though somehow expecting her judgement on the matter. She had simply shaken her head. “It’s not for me to tell you what not to do, Lij. If you wanna try it, you go ahead.”
Elijah had looked down a little. “I’m afraid.”
“Of what?” Clea’s tone had not been mocking, just a concerned friend wanting to know what was stopping him.
Elijah’s voice had been little more than a whisper. “What if…what if I screw up or something?”
Josh had given him a reassuring smile. “We’ll look after you, Elijah. None of us are going to force you into something you don’t wanna do, but don’t expect us to force you out of something either.”
Finally, hesitantly, Elijah had taken a long, white stick from the packet. His hand had been visibly shaking as he moved to place it in his mouth and he had been grateful for Clea taking his other hand, a physical sign that she at least would allow no harm to come to him.
Josh had taken the lighter from his pocket and lit the end of the cigarette. “Just remember not to inhale.”
Elijah had nodded, trying to adjust to the sensation of actually smoking. Echoing the hand movement he had noticed Clea using countless times, he had removed the now burning stick from his mouth, eyes watering as he tried not to choke on the smoke that he could taste.
Clea had squeezed his hand. “Just breathe it out, Lij.”
He had done as he was told, coughing a little as the foreign substance began to irritate his throat. He had glanced at Clea, afraid that he had screwed up just as he had predicted.
Josh had placed a hand on his shoulder. “Take your time. It takes a while to get used to that.”
“We’ve all been there,” Clea had added. “You just have to decide whether it does enough for you to warrant your getting used to it.”
Elijah had nodded, cautiously going to take another puff. Through the irritation, he had felt himself relax a little – his grip on Clea’s hand had lessened slightly, though he hadn’t been aware of it.
Shawn had smiled a little. “Congratulations, Josh. I think’ve ’ve got him hooked.”
Just then, Robert had called for everyone to get ready for the scene. Elijah had glanced at Josh.
Josh had just smiled. “Ashtray’s on the table.”
enteenter>~EW~*~JH~
He recounted the tale every time he was asked why he smoked. It was one of his favourite memories – the moment that had cemented his friendship with Clea and begun something deeper with Josh. He didn’t tell them that, of course, but suddenly he had found himself enjoying things much more on set.
It naturally followed that one of the first things his fellow actors had learnt when he had flown out to New Zealand for Lord of the Rings was the story behind his smoking. When he’d first arrived, he’d been a little wary of the fact that he was the only one smoking but it soon stopped being an issue once he clicked with his fellow Hobbit actors. Of course, Dom and Billy teased him about it, but that was Dom and Billy – they teased everyone. And it didn’t stop them going to him on nights out, begging for a smoke in their drunken states. Elijah had never understood what he dubbed “drunk smokers” – surely you either did or you didn’t?
As filming went on and the number of cast members grew, Elijah found it more and more lonely being the only smoker. Whereas before he had been able to go outside with Josh and Clea and talk while they satisfied their addiction, here in New Zealand he had to find a corner alone and smoke in silence. He knew it was a small price to pay for such a great experience, but he still wished he had someone to share e she short moments with.
After a while, his cigarette breaks became less lonely – not least because he was no longer alone for them. While he was still the only smoker, he had found a companion in Orlando. Orlando insisted that it didn’t bother him being with Elijah while he smoked and for that Elijah was grateful. He liked Orlando – he was eager and enthusiastic, and it was clear to see that he would go far. Though the other man was a fair bit older than him, there was still a naivety about him that Elijah had lost through years of being in the industry.
On one such break, Elijah looked up to see Orlando staring at him. Even before he realised what he was saying, he asked, “What’s so interesting, Orli?”
Orlando shook his head. “It’s nothing.”
Well, at least he sounds more convincing than I did. Elijah smiled. “Alright then. Nothing it is.”
Orlando returned the smile, fighting back the desire to ask Elijah what he really wanted to know. He knew the Faculty story well enough, but what he didn’t know was how Elijah could remember it all so vividly, or what the look in his eyes meant every time he lit up. In fact, there were many things about Elijah he wondered about, but he would never dare ask. Not yet.
“Alright guys, back to the set!”
As Peter called the actors to him, Elijah threw his cigarette to the ground and stubbed it out. As Orlando watched him walk off, one question still burned in his mind.
What does the smoking mean to you, Lij?