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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
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Adult +
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14
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2,355
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10
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Chapter Thirteen
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As the institutional dial clock on the wall approached five AM, the stark lighting in the hospital made the fatigue felt by all four men in the waiting room very visible. Viggo was becoming progressively more jittery as the adrenaline of the evening wore off, leaving only caffeine to keep him conscious.
Elijah had fallen asleep, cherubically curled up over two of the hard plastic chairs: being turned into a vampire, then being turned back, had worn him out.
Dom yawned, stretching his arms until one of his shoulders popped. How long did it take them to put a cast on, anyway?
Orlando sat beside Elijah, slumped down low in the chair. He was fighting off sleep, his fingers idly running through Elijah’s hair.
One corner of his mouth tugged upward in a half-smile as he glanced down at Elijah. He looked so angelic, so peaceful in sleep.
Orlando groaned, rubbing at his eyes. “I hate hospitals,” he muttered. He glanced at Viggo. “Thanks, mate. I owe you. A lot.”
Viggo ran a hand through his hair, exhaling loudly. Then he grinned, in spite of himself. He shook his head.
“Don’t worry about it. In retrospect, it was kind of fun,” he said.
“Viggo, if that’s your idea of fun, you’re. . .” Dom said, then trailed off. “Right. It’s long established that you’re a nutcase.”
Viggo’s smile, although weary, widened.
Orlando rolled his eyes, chuckling. “Yeah, well, if I never have to go through that again, I’ll be very happy.”
And from now on, he would be very wary of beautiful women who just materialized in his room. . .
He gHe glanced down at the sleeping Elijah and softly caressed his cheek, his expression becoming thoughtful.
Elijah wrinkled his nose a little and made a bit of a face in his sleep at the ticklish sensation. Viggo cleared his throat pointedly.
“Ha ha, Viggo’s jealous,” Dom teased. Viggo glared at him.
The crash doors to the emergency room opened and Billy emerged, his arm in a cast and sling. Dom got to his feet, hovering, not sure how he was supposed to react.
Orlando smiled, thinking to himself that Elijah was positively adorable, and then he heard Viggo’s throat clear. He glanced up, blushed and removed his hand from Elijah’s cheek.
“Hey, he lives!” he said, grinning as Billy came out of the emergency room.
He glanced from Dom to Billy, curious to see what they would do. Dom wasn’t still clueless about how Billy felt, was he?
Snerk. They could be the poster children for clueless, he and Dom. . .
“And I’ve still got all my fingers!” Billy said with a grin, then glanced at Dom.
“Hi,” he said softly.
“Hey,” Dom responded, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“Elijah, wake up, Billy’s done,” Viggo said, shaking Elijah’s legs. Elijah sat up, squinting in the fluorescent light.
A few of the hospital staff were peeking out at . O. Of course they’d recognized Billy, but there were OTHERS?
Billy noticed the looks and looked a bit sheepish.
“They said they’d keep the whole thing quiet,” he insisted. “But, um, can you guys sign autographs?”
Orlando smiled slightly. “Yeah. . .” He paused to yawn, covering his mouth with one hand. “Sure, wot?”ot?”
All he really wanted to do was go to the hotel, curl up in bed with Elijah and sleep for about two days. Never letting go of Elijah, of course.
It took them about half an hour, but they finally managed to get out of the hospital. On the way back to the hotel, the issue of sleeping arrangements came up, since Viggo hadn’t exactly checked in.
Dom got VERY quiet. Getting one blow job from a guy and liking it didn’t mean he was gay, did it?
He glanced at Billy nervously.
Elijah got a bit quiet too, but managed a suggestion.
“Maybe there’s still rooms available,” he said.
“Um, Viggo could have my room and I could stay with you,” he whispered under his breath to Elijah. “I mean, if you want.”
Elijah turned slightly in his direction, and licked his lips nervously.
“You sure?” he whispered.
Orlando smiled shyly and nodded. “Yeah, I am.”
“So what do you say?” he said, resisting the urge to fidget nervously.
“Okay,” Elijah answered. He tried not to get his hopes up about what Orlando’s suggestion could mean. “Pull him aside and tell him once we get to the hotel.”
Orlando nodded, then ended up rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He and Elijah needed to talk anyway. Hopefully they could just do that later in the day after they’d had some sleep.
Once they arrived back at the hotel and everyone had gotten out of car, Orlando pulled Viggo aside. “Look, instead of trying to get a room reservation this late, you can just have my room,” he said. “I’ll stay with Elijah.”
Viggo shot him a ‘I’m very tired and if you do anything stupid I could kill you and legally get off’ look, then glanced over at Elijah, who was leaning against the wall waiting for the elevator, and sighed, softening.
“You sure this time?” he asked. “He’s the one who you should really thank. Him leaving me a cryptic message the day before he was kidnapped was the only reason I called him.”
Orlando nodded. “I’m sure this time, Viggo. A lot’s happened that’s made me stop and think and realize that I do care for Elijah. Tonight proved it, for me anyway.”
He frowned. “What do you mean, cryptic message? What did he say?”
“He had a feeling something bad was going to happen,” Viggo explained. “That he was in over his head. I’m still not sure what it meant, but it got my attention.”
“Yeah, it would’ve mine too,” Orlando said, looking puzzled. He shrugged. He could ask Elijah about it later. “And don’t worry. I won’t do anything stupid. I’m just gonna sleep with him tonight.”
He blushed bright red. “Er, I mean, just sleep. Nothing else.”
There would be time for that later.
“That’s your business. Kissing you was work,” Viggo said quickly.
The elevator doors opened and the other three men got in.
Orlando grinned. “You didn’t enjoy it even a little?”
Yikes, that was a weird thought. No, he wanted big blue doe eyes and innocent naiveté and adorably-angelic-when-sleeping.
“Just kidding,” he said. “You don’t have to answer that.”
He tossed Viggo his room key, then practically fled toward the elevator.
Viggo rolled his eyes and shook his head.
The ride up was silent, mainly because of fatigue, but also slightly due to nervousness. There was obviously a lot not being said. Billy and Dom’s stop was first, and they muttered goodnights and hurried out. Before the elevator doors closed, they could be heard bickering softly down the hall.
“God, those guys should just get a grip already,” Elijah muttered, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.
“Am I missing something?” Viggo asked, pretty sure he was.
“Um.” Elijah blushed again. “Long story. Not my story either.”
Viggo nodded, then exited the elevator at the next floor up.
“See you in the morning, guys,” he said, then reconsidered. “Make that afternoon. I haven’t slept in almost fifty hours.”
Elijah nodded. Afternoon was fine by him.
“See ya,” Orlando said. As the elevator doors slid closed again, he scratched at his cheek nervously. He glanced at Elijah, then licked his lips.
“You scared me, you know,” he said softly. “I thought. . .I thought I’d lost you.”
And the elevator wasn’t the best place to be having this conversation, but he’d needed to say something.
“I didn’t mean to,” Elijah said in a little voice, wringing his hands and looking down at the floor. “Sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” Orlando said, reaching up to cup Elijah’s chin and tilt his face up so their eyes met. “I’m just glad that you’re all right.”
He licked his lips and then leaned toward Elijah, tenderly kissing him. He needed to convey to Elijah that he did care for him and had meant what he promised.
Elijah blinked, stunned by the kiss, feeling a warm shiver roll through his entire body until even his hair was standing on end. He smiled shyly as the kiss came to a lingering end, and was about to speak when the elevator doors opened.
He looked from the hall, to Orlando, then back again, then got out and headed for his room, determining privacy was probably called for.
When he opened his door, rinkrinkled up his nose at the room still smelling a little like garlic. He headed for the windows and opened them to air the room out.
The sky was still dark, except for a rosy hint of dawn on the horizon. He’d never been so glad to see the promise of the sun.
Orlando made a face as he entered the room. “Ugh, I don’t think I’ll ever look at garlic the same after t” he” he muttered.
He glanced at Elijah and moved over to stand behind him, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Now there’s a pretty sight I thought I’d never see again,” he said softly, leaning forward to rest his chin on Elijah’s shoulder.
He licked his lips. “Elijah, thank you. For everything. If it hadn’t been for you. . .well, I don’t think things would have turned out so well.”
“Two out of three isn’t bad,” Elijah ed, ed, glancing at him quickly before losing his nerve and looking out the window again. Orlando certainly didn’t seem confused right now, but he wasn’t going to assume anything and risk getting hurt again.
“You’re welcome, by the way,” he added, then smiled softly, self-effacingly. “Although the kiss in the elevator was thanks enough. It was the first time I wasn’t expecting a bite to follow, you know?”
He rubbed at his neck, where two small white scars, almost undetectable, were all that remained of the deep bites he’d sustained.
“Yeah, I know,” Orlando said softly. “Elijah. . .I’m so sorry for being such an ass, but things have changed. I’ve come to realize that I do care about you and I mean that. Honestly.”
He stifled a yawn. Argh, maybe they needed to sleep a bit before they had this talk. . .
“Tell ya what,” he said. “Why don’t we continue this conversation after we’ve had some sleep? I know you’re exhausted.”
Damn, he’d forgotten to get his clothes out of his room before he gave the key to Viggo. Oh well. He’d worry about that tomorrow. Er, later that day. Whatever.
“Yeah, but I think sleeping arrangements. . .” Elijah began, then paused to stifle a yawn. “Sorry, I think sleeping arrangements depend on. . .”
He trailed off thoughtfully, then smirked ruefully and shook his head.
“I’m going to wake up, and this is all going to be a dream,” he murmured. “Alright, you’re right. We’ll talk about this later.”
Orlando rubbed the back of his neck. “I can sleep on the couch, if it’ll make you more comfortable,” he said softly.
He really wanted to hold Elijah in his arms, but he figured it would probably be best to respect Elijah’s wishes.
“I just don’t want to get carried away,” Elijah said, his chin practically resting on his chest. “I mean, you told Liv you loved her only a few nights ago. You kissed Viggo only a few hours ago. . .”
He held up his hands helplessly.
“But I don’t know if I can sleep with you across the room,” he added.
Orlando nodded glumly. “I’m sorry, Elijah. I never meant to cause you pain. And, for the record, that kiss with Viggo was NOT my idea.”
He shrugged helplessly. “Tell me what you want me to do, Elijah, and I’ll do it. Stay or go. I just. . .I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”
“Stay,” Elijah said, then coughed. He glanced up at Orlando briefly, shyly, then darted for the bed, just wanting to hide the fact that he was blushing furiously.
Orlando smiled. “Okay.”
He’d just sleep on the couch and fulfill his wish of holding Elijah in his arms another night. No big deal.
“Just, um, give me a blanket and a pillow and I’ll be set,” he said, motioning to the bed.
“I said ‘stay’ though,” Elijah responded as he wriggled around in bed, only his large blue eyes and tousled hair visible above the covers.
“Ohhhhh,” Orlando said, blushing.
He shivered slightly. Damn but Elijah looked hot with his hair all messed up and those eyes. . .
He cleared his throat, his blush deepening. Right, they were supposed to be just sleeping.
He kicked off his shoes and then toyed with the hem of his shirt, debating whether or not he should remove it. No, probably best to keep the temptation to a minimum. For now, at least.
He smiled shyly and then slipped beneath the covers.
Elijah snuggled up to him immediately, seeming very small in the large bed. He rested his head on Orlando’s chest, sighed contentedly, and closed his eyes, now confident he’d made the right choice.
“Sleep well, Orli,” he mumbled softly, already drifting off.
Orlando wrapped his arms around Elijah. “You too, Lij,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Elijah’s forehead.
He fell asleep with a smile on his face.
As the institutional dial clock on the wall approached five AM, the stark lighting in the hospital made the fatigue felt by all four men in the waiting room very visible. Viggo was becoming progressively more jittery as the adrenaline of the evening wore off, leaving only caffeine to keep him conscious.
Elijah had fallen asleep, cherubically curled up over two of the hard plastic chairs: being turned into a vampire, then being turned back, had worn him out.
Dom yawned, stretching his arms until one of his shoulders popped. How long did it take them to put a cast on, anyway?
Orlando sat beside Elijah, slumped down low in the chair. He was fighting off sleep, his fingers idly running through Elijah’s hair.
One corner of his mouth tugged upward in a half-smile as he glanced down at Elijah. He looked so angelic, so peaceful in sleep.
Orlando groaned, rubbing at his eyes. “I hate hospitals,” he muttered. He glanced at Viggo. “Thanks, mate. I owe you. A lot.”
Viggo ran a hand through his hair, exhaling loudly. Then he grinned, in spite of himself. He shook his head.
“Don’t worry about it. In retrospect, it was kind of fun,” he said.
“Viggo, if that’s your idea of fun, you’re. . .” Dom said, then trailed off. “Right. It’s long established that you’re a nutcase.”
Viggo’s smile, although weary, widened.
Orlando rolled his eyes, chuckling. “Yeah, well, if I never have to go through that again, I’ll be very happy.”
And from now on, he would be very wary of beautiful women who just materialized in his room. . .
He gHe glanced down at the sleeping Elijah and softly caressed his cheek, his expression becoming thoughtful.
Elijah wrinkled his nose a little and made a bit of a face in his sleep at the ticklish sensation. Viggo cleared his throat pointedly.
“Ha ha, Viggo’s jealous,” Dom teased. Viggo glared at him.
The crash doors to the emergency room opened and Billy emerged, his arm in a cast and sling. Dom got to his feet, hovering, not sure how he was supposed to react.
Orlando smiled, thinking to himself that Elijah was positively adorable, and then he heard Viggo’s throat clear. He glanced up, blushed and removed his hand from Elijah’s cheek.
“Hey, he lives!” he said, grinning as Billy came out of the emergency room.
He glanced from Dom to Billy, curious to see what they would do. Dom wasn’t still clueless about how Billy felt, was he?
Snerk. They could be the poster children for clueless, he and Dom. . .
“And I’ve still got all my fingers!” Billy said with a grin, then glanced at Dom.
“Hi,” he said softly.
“Hey,” Dom responded, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“Elijah, wake up, Billy’s done,” Viggo said, shaking Elijah’s legs. Elijah sat up, squinting in the fluorescent light.
A few of the hospital staff were peeking out at . O. Of course they’d recognized Billy, but there were OTHERS?
Billy noticed the looks and looked a bit sheepish.
“They said they’d keep the whole thing quiet,” he insisted. “But, um, can you guys sign autographs?”
Orlando smiled slightly. “Yeah. . .” He paused to yawn, covering his mouth with one hand. “Sure, wot?”ot?”
All he really wanted to do was go to the hotel, curl up in bed with Elijah and sleep for about two days. Never letting go of Elijah, of course.
It took them about half an hour, but they finally managed to get out of the hospital. On the way back to the hotel, the issue of sleeping arrangements came up, since Viggo hadn’t exactly checked in.
Dom got VERY quiet. Getting one blow job from a guy and liking it didn’t mean he was gay, did it?
He glanced at Billy nervously.
Elijah got a bit quiet too, but managed a suggestion.
“Maybe there’s still rooms available,” he said.
“Um, Viggo could have my room and I could stay with you,” he whispered under his breath to Elijah. “I mean, if you want.”
Elijah turned slightly in his direction, and licked his lips nervously.
“You sure?” he whispered.
Orlando smiled shyly and nodded. “Yeah, I am.”
“So what do you say?” he said, resisting the urge to fidget nervously.
“Okay,” Elijah answered. He tried not to get his hopes up about what Orlando’s suggestion could mean. “Pull him aside and tell him once we get to the hotel.”
Orlando nodded, then ended up rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He and Elijah needed to talk anyway. Hopefully they could just do that later in the day after they’d had some sleep.
Once they arrived back at the hotel and everyone had gotten out of car, Orlando pulled Viggo aside. “Look, instead of trying to get a room reservation this late, you can just have my room,” he said. “I’ll stay with Elijah.”
Viggo shot him a ‘I’m very tired and if you do anything stupid I could kill you and legally get off’ look, then glanced over at Elijah, who was leaning against the wall waiting for the elevator, and sighed, softening.
“You sure this time?” he asked. “He’s the one who you should really thank. Him leaving me a cryptic message the day before he was kidnapped was the only reason I called him.”
Orlando nodded. “I’m sure this time, Viggo. A lot’s happened that’s made me stop and think and realize that I do care for Elijah. Tonight proved it, for me anyway.”
He frowned. “What do you mean, cryptic message? What did he say?”
“He had a feeling something bad was going to happen,” Viggo explained. “That he was in over his head. I’m still not sure what it meant, but it got my attention.”
“Yeah, it would’ve mine too,” Orlando said, looking puzzled. He shrugged. He could ask Elijah about it later. “And don’t worry. I won’t do anything stupid. I’m just gonna sleep with him tonight.”
He blushed bright red. “Er, I mean, just sleep. Nothing else.”
There would be time for that later.
“That’s your business. Kissing you was work,” Viggo said quickly.
The elevator doors opened and the other three men got in.
Orlando grinned. “You didn’t enjoy it even a little?”
Yikes, that was a weird thought. No, he wanted big blue doe eyes and innocent naiveté and adorably-angelic-when-sleeping.
“Just kidding,” he said. “You don’t have to answer that.”
He tossed Viggo his room key, then practically fled toward the elevator.
Viggo rolled his eyes and shook his head.
The ride up was silent, mainly because of fatigue, but also slightly due to nervousness. There was obviously a lot not being said. Billy and Dom’s stop was first, and they muttered goodnights and hurried out. Before the elevator doors closed, they could be heard bickering softly down the hall.
“God, those guys should just get a grip already,” Elijah muttered, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.
“Am I missing something?” Viggo asked, pretty sure he was.
“Um.” Elijah blushed again. “Long story. Not my story either.”
Viggo nodded, then exited the elevator at the next floor up.
“See you in the morning, guys,” he said, then reconsidered. “Make that afternoon. I haven’t slept in almost fifty hours.”
Elijah nodded. Afternoon was fine by him.
“See ya,” Orlando said. As the elevator doors slid closed again, he scratched at his cheek nervously. He glanced at Elijah, then licked his lips.
“You scared me, you know,” he said softly. “I thought. . .I thought I’d lost you.”
And the elevator wasn’t the best place to be having this conversation, but he’d needed to say something.
“I didn’t mean to,” Elijah said in a little voice, wringing his hands and looking down at the floor. “Sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” Orlando said, reaching up to cup Elijah’s chin and tilt his face up so their eyes met. “I’m just glad that you’re all right.”
He licked his lips and then leaned toward Elijah, tenderly kissing him. He needed to convey to Elijah that he did care for him and had meant what he promised.
Elijah blinked, stunned by the kiss, feeling a warm shiver roll through his entire body until even his hair was standing on end. He smiled shyly as the kiss came to a lingering end, and was about to speak when the elevator doors opened.
He looked from the hall, to Orlando, then back again, then got out and headed for his room, determining privacy was probably called for.
When he opened his door, rinkrinkled up his nose at the room still smelling a little like garlic. He headed for the windows and opened them to air the room out.
The sky was still dark, except for a rosy hint of dawn on the horizon. He’d never been so glad to see the promise of the sun.
Orlando made a face as he entered the room. “Ugh, I don’t think I’ll ever look at garlic the same after t” he” he muttered.
He glanced at Elijah and moved over to stand behind him, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Now there’s a pretty sight I thought I’d never see again,” he said softly, leaning forward to rest his chin on Elijah’s shoulder.
He licked his lips. “Elijah, thank you. For everything. If it hadn’t been for you. . .well, I don’t think things would have turned out so well.”
“Two out of three isn’t bad,” Elijah ed, ed, glancing at him quickly before losing his nerve and looking out the window again. Orlando certainly didn’t seem confused right now, but he wasn’t going to assume anything and risk getting hurt again.
“You’re welcome, by the way,” he added, then smiled softly, self-effacingly. “Although the kiss in the elevator was thanks enough. It was the first time I wasn’t expecting a bite to follow, you know?”
He rubbed at his neck, where two small white scars, almost undetectable, were all that remained of the deep bites he’d sustained.
“Yeah, I know,” Orlando said softly. “Elijah. . .I’m so sorry for being such an ass, but things have changed. I’ve come to realize that I do care about you and I mean that. Honestly.”
He stifled a yawn. Argh, maybe they needed to sleep a bit before they had this talk. . .
“Tell ya what,” he said. “Why don’t we continue this conversation after we’ve had some sleep? I know you’re exhausted.”
Damn, he’d forgotten to get his clothes out of his room before he gave the key to Viggo. Oh well. He’d worry about that tomorrow. Er, later that day. Whatever.
“Yeah, but I think sleeping arrangements. . .” Elijah began, then paused to stifle a yawn. “Sorry, I think sleeping arrangements depend on. . .”
He trailed off thoughtfully, then smirked ruefully and shook his head.
“I’m going to wake up, and this is all going to be a dream,” he murmured. “Alright, you’re right. We’ll talk about this later.”
Orlando rubbed the back of his neck. “I can sleep on the couch, if it’ll make you more comfortable,” he said softly.
He really wanted to hold Elijah in his arms, but he figured it would probably be best to respect Elijah’s wishes.
“I just don’t want to get carried away,” Elijah said, his chin practically resting on his chest. “I mean, you told Liv you loved her only a few nights ago. You kissed Viggo only a few hours ago. . .”
He held up his hands helplessly.
“But I don’t know if I can sleep with you across the room,” he added.
Orlando nodded glumly. “I’m sorry, Elijah. I never meant to cause you pain. And, for the record, that kiss with Viggo was NOT my idea.”
He shrugged helplessly. “Tell me what you want me to do, Elijah, and I’ll do it. Stay or go. I just. . .I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”
“Stay,” Elijah said, then coughed. He glanced up at Orlando briefly, shyly, then darted for the bed, just wanting to hide the fact that he was blushing furiously.
Orlando smiled. “Okay.”
He’d just sleep on the couch and fulfill his wish of holding Elijah in his arms another night. No big deal.
“Just, um, give me a blanket and a pillow and I’ll be set,” he said, motioning to the bed.
“I said ‘stay’ though,” Elijah responded as he wriggled around in bed, only his large blue eyes and tousled hair visible above the covers.
“Ohhhhh,” Orlando said, blushing.
He shivered slightly. Damn but Elijah looked hot with his hair all messed up and those eyes. . .
He cleared his throat, his blush deepening. Right, they were supposed to be just sleeping.
He kicked off his shoes and then toyed with the hem of his shirt, debating whether or not he should remove it. No, probably best to keep the temptation to a minimum. For now, at least.
He smiled shyly and then slipped beneath the covers.
Elijah snuggled up to him immediately, seeming very small in the large bed. He rested his head on Orlando’s chest, sighed contentedly, and closed his eyes, now confident he’d made the right choice.
“Sleep well, Orli,” he mumbled softly, already drifting off.
Orlando wrapped his arms around Elijah. “You too, Lij,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Elijah’s forehead.
He fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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