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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
29
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2,718
Reviews:
30
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Some important phone calls are made…
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12. Phone calls
“Jared? This is David. Please call me back when you come home… Bye!”
~*~
“Jared? Here’s David again… I’ve waited two hours now and I’m starting to get worried. Let me know you’re okay…”
~*~
“This isn’t funny anymore. I hope you have a good explanation for this, mate! This is Dave in case you didn’t notice.”
~*~
“I thought that maybe you couldn’t call me back cause you’ve forgotten my phone number… It still is 555-1234566. Craig’s home number is 555-330869. I…I love you, mate. Call me!”
~*~
“Hello? I’m afraid to continue calling you… It’s 3 days since my first call and you still haven’t answered…but I can’t help myself. I have to know what has happened… Whoever gets this message please call David Wenham, 555-1234566… May God protect you, Jared, when I can’t…”
“Dave?”
Dave was nearly crying with relief when finally somebody picked up the phone. Not somebody… Jared. “Jesus fucking Christ!” David exclaimed, raking his free hand through his hair. “I’ve been trying to call you for three days now! Where the fuck have you been?!”
“Sorry…” Jared coughed on the other end of the line. “The house was kinda flooded, the water pipes got damaged somehow. I had to spend the last days in a hotel and I just got home…”
“And you didn’t think of calling me just once?” Dave growled. “Jared, I haven’t slept for three fucking days cause I thought something had happened to you!”
“I…” Jared took in a shivering breath. “I had left my cell in the house and I couldn’t remember your friend’s name or your number, so…”
David sighed relievedly. “It’s alright, love. I was just so worried about you… Forgive me for yelling at you?”
“Sure,” Jared whispered weakly and Dave frowned. The other man didn’t exactly sound healthy. But maybe the last days had just been too much for Jared who was immensely weakened by his disease.
“How do you feel?” Dave asked sternly, his voice allowing no lie. “Be honest!”
Dave could hear that Jared tried to stifle another cough. “Tired,” Jared finally said. “I’ve caught a bit of a cold and I haven’t slept properly for some days. Nothing that can’t be cured with a warm cosy bed and a little bit of love…” he tried to joke.
Dave chuckled. “Then I’ll let you sleep now. I could use a bed, too, I think…” He let out the breath he didn’t even know he had held. “But remember to call me the next time something happens!”
Dave could hear the smile in Jared’s tired voice. “Yes, mum,” he sighed and was just about to put down the phone when Dave stopped him.
“Jared?”
“Yes?”
“I love you…”
Jared laughed. “Love you more, Davie! Bye!”
Dave sank down on a chair and buried his face in his hands, relieved that Jared was alright and nothing had happened to his best friend. After a while he stood up and decided to go to bed, but before that he wrote a short message for Marton and Craig that they needn’t be worried anymore. “What would I do without him?” Dave whispered into the dark bedroom just seconds before he fell asleep.
~*~
“Orli?”
“Is that you, Lij? Haven’t heard from you for ages! How are you mate?” Orli exclaimed happily after picking up the phone.
“I miss you so much!” Elijah sobbed into the phone.
“You miss me?” Orlando asked incredulously. “Well, that’s flattering, mate, but… What exactly do you mean?”
“Not you!” Elijah laughed despite his tears. “I mean, not only you, but the whole cast… I’m feeling so fucking alone. Billy and Dom have each other, SeanA has his family, Vig has Beanie, Karl has Harry, Craig has Marton and you have Kate. I’m the only one who’s alone and that’s no fun.”
“That’s not true!” Orli tried to soothe his friend. “Dave’s alone, too!” Ouch, Orli thought. That really wasn’t nice.
“He isn’t!” Elijah sniffled. “He’s with Craig and Marton at the moment and in Australia he’s with some bloke…some friend of his. But nobody cares about me… I just want some company. Can’t you come and visit me, Orli? We could watch some movies and go bungee-jumping or whatever you’d like to do…”
Orli sighed deeply and looked down at the female form lying next to him in his bed. “Sorry, mate, but I don’t think that that’s possible at the moment. You see, Kate is here and I don’t think she… It’s not the best of all moments,” he finished weakly.
Lij fought to keep the disappointment from showing in his voice. “I understand. It’s not so important after all, I’m just a little…depressed.” He swallowed the lump that was starting to form in his throat. “The premieres for ‘Return of the King’ will start in some months anyway and…”
“Elijah,” Orli said firmly. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” Elijah answered quickly. Maybe too quickly… “I’m fine… I just…” His voice broke.
“Lij?” Orli asked carefully, sitting up in his bed. “Talk to me mate!”
“She…” Elijah started sobbing again. “Franka left me…”
“Oh,” Orli said weakly, wanting to hit himself for his stupid reaction. “That’s terrible, mate, but… I don’t know what I can do for you at the moment, being in Britain and all…”
“Who is that, Orli?” Kate asked sleepily and looked up at her boyfriend.
Orli put his hand over the speaker of the phone. “It’s nothing, love, go back to sleep!”
“Orli?” Elijah’s muffled voice was to be heard. “You still there?”
“Yes…” Orli sighed. “Look, can we talk about that tomorrow? It’s in the middle of the night and…”
“Sure.”
“See, I’m really sorry,” Orli continued in an apologetic voice. “But…”
“I said it was okay,” Lij interrupted his friend cheerfully and disconnected the call, starting to count how late it was in New Zealand and if he could get Pete on the phone.
~*~
“You’re such a fucking bastard…” Beanie growled into the phone when Viggo finally answered. “Such a fucking bastard…”
Viggo chuckled. “You didn’t like my surprise then?” he asked innocently.
“Oh, I did like it!” Beanie exclaimed in an overly cheerful voice. “I loved it so much that I spent the last few hours planning how I could pay it back to you…”
“Punishment?” Viggo grinned. “Tell me, how bad a boy have I been?”
Beanie snorted. “Very bad… The problem is that I think you would enjoy all the punishments I had in mind far too much to make you regret what you did…”
Viggo licked his lips, lowering his voice to a purr. “Why not let me judge myself?” he asked, shifting on his chair for a more comfortable position. “Speak to me, pea…”
“You know that I don’t like it when you call me that…” Beanie’s voice was a dangerously low growl.
“Sorry.” Viggo tried to sound regretful. “Sean…”
Beanie shivered involuntarily. “That’s better…” He inhaled deeply. “Which one would you like to hear first? The one in which I tie you to a bed and torture you until you pass out or the other in which you let me use you like I want to…”
“Sean?” Viggo asked, his voice barely more than a moan. “Those were supposed to be punishments, right?”
“No…” Beanie chuckled softly, an evil grin Viggo couldn’t see on his lips. “The punishment is to make you listen to it, knowing how long you’ll have to wait for it to happen in real…”
“Shit!” Viggo cursed. “Fucking start if you’re going to do it…”
“I said I didn’t know if it was a suitable punishment,” Beanie reminded his lover. “You wanted to tell me your opinion, remember?”
“I’m already regretting what I did,” Viggo tried to assure his lover. “Really, really regretting…” he whispered in a voice husky with arousal. “Sean…”
“Which one?” Beanie asked slowly.
“Both?” Viggo suggested in a hopeful voice. “To make me regret it twice as much?”
“Alright… Sit back and enjoy, love…”
~* ~
“Hallo?” Dave asked tiredly, not really aware of his surroundings yet.
“Am I speaking to Mr David Wenham?” a strange male voice asked on the other end of the phone.
“Yes…” Dave mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Who is there?”
“Dr. Klaus Nickel, St. Mary’s Hospital, Sydney. I’m afraid I have bad news for you, Mr Wenham…”
“What?” Dave was suddenly feeling very awake. “Is… Has this to do with Jared?” //Please, dear God, let him be alright…//
The doctor sighed deeply. “Your friend, Mr Wenham…” he answered hesitantly. “I’m sorry, but…”
//What?! Fucking tell me already! Dear God…// Dave held his breath and stood up from the bed he had been lying in. “Yes?”
“Mr Leto has a very severe pneumonia and it has weakened him immensely.” He paused. “You know what this can mean in his state?”
Dave grabbed hold of the doorway, afraid to fall. “Will he…” he stammered, no able to speak the words.
Dr Nickel cleared his throat. “I think it would be best if you take the next plane to Sydney, Mr Wenham…”
Dave nodded as if in trance, feeling his legs give way.
“Mr Wenham?” a worried voice was to be heard through the speaker as Dave hit the ground, the world around him vanishing in blackness.
Tbc…
Ouch. Please don’t hate me!!!
After begging for reviews in the last days, today finally is my real birthday. May I beg just one more time? Please? Maybe just not to hate me too badly...
Notes: Please leave me a short comment after reading this chapter! It would mean so much to me…
I thought I'd be a nice girl and post another chap this week... Please sit back and enjoy!
12. Phone calls
“Jared? This is David. Please call me back when you come home… Bye!”
~*~
“Jared? Here’s David again… I’ve waited two hours now and I’m starting to get worried. Let me know you’re okay…”
~*~
“This isn’t funny anymore. I hope you have a good explanation for this, mate! This is Dave in case you didn’t notice.”
~*~
“I thought that maybe you couldn’t call me back cause you’ve forgotten my phone number… It still is 555-1234566. Craig’s home number is 555-330869. I…I love you, mate. Call me!”
~*~
“Hello? I’m afraid to continue calling you… It’s 3 days since my first call and you still haven’t answered…but I can’t help myself. I have to know what has happened… Whoever gets this message please call David Wenham, 555-1234566… May God protect you, Jared, when I can’t…”
“Dave?”
Dave was nearly crying with relief when finally somebody picked up the phone. Not somebody… Jared. “Jesus fucking Christ!” David exclaimed, raking his free hand through his hair. “I’ve been trying to call you for three days now! Where the fuck have you been?!”
“Sorry…” Jared coughed on the other end of the line. “The house was kinda flooded, the water pipes got damaged somehow. I had to spend the last days in a hotel and I just got home…”
“And you didn’t think of calling me just once?” Dave growled. “Jared, I haven’t slept for three fucking days cause I thought something had happened to you!”
“I…” Jared took in a shivering breath. “I had left my cell in the house and I couldn’t remember your friend’s name or your number, so…”
David sighed relievedly. “It’s alright, love. I was just so worried about you… Forgive me for yelling at you?”
“Sure,” Jared whispered weakly and Dave frowned. The other man didn’t exactly sound healthy. But maybe the last days had just been too much for Jared who was immensely weakened by his disease.
“How do you feel?” Dave asked sternly, his voice allowing no lie. “Be honest!”
Dave could hear that Jared tried to stifle another cough. “Tired,” Jared finally said. “I’ve caught a bit of a cold and I haven’t slept properly for some days. Nothing that can’t be cured with a warm cosy bed and a little bit of love…” he tried to joke.
Dave chuckled. “Then I’ll let you sleep now. I could use a bed, too, I think…” He let out the breath he didn’t even know he had held. “But remember to call me the next time something happens!”
Dave could hear the smile in Jared’s tired voice. “Yes, mum,” he sighed and was just about to put down the phone when Dave stopped him.
“Jared?”
“Yes?”
“I love you…”
Jared laughed. “Love you more, Davie! Bye!”
Dave sank down on a chair and buried his face in his hands, relieved that Jared was alright and nothing had happened to his best friend. After a while he stood up and decided to go to bed, but before that he wrote a short message for Marton and Craig that they needn’t be worried anymore. “What would I do without him?” Dave whispered into the dark bedroom just seconds before he fell asleep.
~*~
“Orli?”
“Is that you, Lij? Haven’t heard from you for ages! How are you mate?” Orli exclaimed happily after picking up the phone.
“I miss you so much!” Elijah sobbed into the phone.
“You miss me?” Orlando asked incredulously. “Well, that’s flattering, mate, but… What exactly do you mean?”
“Not you!” Elijah laughed despite his tears. “I mean, not only you, but the whole cast… I’m feeling so fucking alone. Billy and Dom have each other, SeanA has his family, Vig has Beanie, Karl has Harry, Craig has Marton and you have Kate. I’m the only one who’s alone and that’s no fun.”
“That’s not true!” Orli tried to soothe his friend. “Dave’s alone, too!” Ouch, Orli thought. That really wasn’t nice.
“He isn’t!” Elijah sniffled. “He’s with Craig and Marton at the moment and in Australia he’s with some bloke…some friend of his. But nobody cares about me… I just want some company. Can’t you come and visit me, Orli? We could watch some movies and go bungee-jumping or whatever you’d like to do…”
Orli sighed deeply and looked down at the female form lying next to him in his bed. “Sorry, mate, but I don’t think that that’s possible at the moment. You see, Kate is here and I don’t think she… It’s not the best of all moments,” he finished weakly.
Lij fought to keep the disappointment from showing in his voice. “I understand. It’s not so important after all, I’m just a little…depressed.” He swallowed the lump that was starting to form in his throat. “The premieres for ‘Return of the King’ will start in some months anyway and…”
“Elijah,” Orli said firmly. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” Elijah answered quickly. Maybe too quickly… “I’m fine… I just…” His voice broke.
“Lij?” Orli asked carefully, sitting up in his bed. “Talk to me mate!”
“She…” Elijah started sobbing again. “Franka left me…”
“Oh,” Orli said weakly, wanting to hit himself for his stupid reaction. “That’s terrible, mate, but… I don’t know what I can do for you at the moment, being in Britain and all…”
“Who is that, Orli?” Kate asked sleepily and looked up at her boyfriend.
Orli put his hand over the speaker of the phone. “It’s nothing, love, go back to sleep!”
“Orli?” Elijah’s muffled voice was to be heard. “You still there?”
“Yes…” Orli sighed. “Look, can we talk about that tomorrow? It’s in the middle of the night and…”
“Sure.”
“See, I’m really sorry,” Orli continued in an apologetic voice. “But…”
“I said it was okay,” Lij interrupted his friend cheerfully and disconnected the call, starting to count how late it was in New Zealand and if he could get Pete on the phone.
~*~
“You’re such a fucking bastard…” Beanie growled into the phone when Viggo finally answered. “Such a fucking bastard…”
Viggo chuckled. “You didn’t like my surprise then?” he asked innocently.
“Oh, I did like it!” Beanie exclaimed in an overly cheerful voice. “I loved it so much that I spent the last few hours planning how I could pay it back to you…”
“Punishment?” Viggo grinned. “Tell me, how bad a boy have I been?”
Beanie snorted. “Very bad… The problem is that I think you would enjoy all the punishments I had in mind far too much to make you regret what you did…”
Viggo licked his lips, lowering his voice to a purr. “Why not let me judge myself?” he asked, shifting on his chair for a more comfortable position. “Speak to me, pea…”
“You know that I don’t like it when you call me that…” Beanie’s voice was a dangerously low growl.
“Sorry.” Viggo tried to sound regretful. “Sean…”
Beanie shivered involuntarily. “That’s better…” He inhaled deeply. “Which one would you like to hear first? The one in which I tie you to a bed and torture you until you pass out or the other in which you let me use you like I want to…”
“Sean?” Viggo asked, his voice barely more than a moan. “Those were supposed to be punishments, right?”
“No…” Beanie chuckled softly, an evil grin Viggo couldn’t see on his lips. “The punishment is to make you listen to it, knowing how long you’ll have to wait for it to happen in real…”
“Shit!” Viggo cursed. “Fucking start if you’re going to do it…”
“I said I didn’t know if it was a suitable punishment,” Beanie reminded his lover. “You wanted to tell me your opinion, remember?”
“I’m already regretting what I did,” Viggo tried to assure his lover. “Really, really regretting…” he whispered in a voice husky with arousal. “Sean…”
“Which one?” Beanie asked slowly.
“Both?” Viggo suggested in a hopeful voice. “To make me regret it twice as much?”
“Alright… Sit back and enjoy, love…”
~* ~
“Hallo?” Dave asked tiredly, not really aware of his surroundings yet.
“Am I speaking to Mr David Wenham?” a strange male voice asked on the other end of the phone.
“Yes…” Dave mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Who is there?”
“Dr. Klaus Nickel, St. Mary’s Hospital, Sydney. I’m afraid I have bad news for you, Mr Wenham…”
“What?” Dave was suddenly feeling very awake. “Is… Has this to do with Jared?” //Please, dear God, let him be alright…//
The doctor sighed deeply. “Your friend, Mr Wenham…” he answered hesitantly. “I’m sorry, but…”
//What?! Fucking tell me already! Dear God…// Dave held his breath and stood up from the bed he had been lying in. “Yes?”
“Mr Leto has a very severe pneumonia and it has weakened him immensely.” He paused. “You know what this can mean in his state?”
Dave grabbed hold of the doorway, afraid to fall. “Will he…” he stammered, no able to speak the words.
Dr Nickel cleared his throat. “I think it would be best if you take the next plane to Sydney, Mr Wenham…”
Dave nodded as if in trance, feeling his legs give way.
“Mr Wenham?” a worried voice was to be heard through the speaker as Dave hit the ground, the world around him vanishing in blackness.
Tbc…
Ouch. Please don’t hate me!!!
After begging for reviews in the last days, today finally is my real birthday. May I beg just one more time? Please? Maybe just not to hate me too badly...