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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,782
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Broken.2
The detail of Elijah’s “illness” was a closely guarded secret. No one was to ask. Tracy and the rest of the crew were only made aware of its seriousness, but that it had past.
But it hadn’t. Whatever had happened, Elijah was still gripped by it. He came back to work too soon.
She felt a twinge of despair overtaking her. She has lost her partner in mud and music. The weird one is alone once more.
“Evanessence blows.”
Surprised, Tracy looks up. Elijah is looking down at her with a crooked smile on his face.
“You were talking about Evanessence.”
“I was?”
“Yeah, but... You just stopped talking.”
Elijah managed the grin with great effort. They both knew how hard he was trying for her, how much he wanted to engaged in the routine of adolescent tune bashing. And they both also knew something was missing. Tracy ramps up and takes the lead again.
“They do not blow. You just have to give them a chance.”
“Maybe next life.”
“Anarchist.”
“Pop culture baby.”
The two pause, watching each other. Then in unison, “Truce.”
It gave Elijah a rush to see Tracy smile. He closed his eyes, sat back against his chair and let the warmth wash over him. The moment was good, familiar. He needed something to be right and familiar now. He felt at if he were walking in a thick fog the past 48 hours with no clue how to escape. Routine was good. Being with Tracy was good. Familiar. Safe.
Elijah’s trailer had been slightly transformed today. Peter has decided that costume and makeup would come to him. So instead of maneuvering around endless empty CD cases, makeup trays and all the fixing for Elijah’s daily set of fake feet were now scattered recklessly throughout his trailer. He was to conserve his energy for the shoot today. Pete had promised to do his best to give a lia light schedule until he was completely back in action, but Elijah knew Pete could only let up so much. They’re shooting three films and momentum is everything right now. He hated that he was the asshole to throw a monkey wrench into works, bring everyone to a screeching halt.
He actually felt he had betrayed Peter a bit. He remembered their first talks, about how much responsibility the role of Frodo would be. Peter reminded him that this role would require him to be, as he had always been on previous films, professionally and responsible beyond his years. He hated the idea that he had ruined Peter image of him. Not so much that he was innocent; but Elijah knew Peter’s opinion, his image of him, was forever blemished. A wave of nausea welled up in Elijah’s stomach and he mourned the lost of the paternal connection he felt growing with Peter. The relationship he most certainly destroyed.
He had fucked it all up. He got himself wasted, he drank himself into… Dammit… What had he done?
***********************
Elijah watched the door as if he expects his friends to return.
His doctor eased forward and carefully sat at his bedside. “So how do you feel?”
“I’m, I’m tired.”
“That’s what beds are for mate. Lie back.”
Elijah melted against the pillows and noticed his own trembling for the first time.
“Having visitors can be pretty stressful. Take a minute and breathe.”
Warily, Elijah obeyed. He closed his eyes and focused on the air going in, coming out, again, again. He didn’t notice his shoulders lower to relax at his sides. He did notice the persistence throbbing in his head shrink slowly into a dull aching pulse. He opens his eyes to see his doctor watching him calmly.
“Better.” The doctor said kindly. “Do you remember me?”
Elijah shakes his head, sadly.
“I’m Ben Quivern. I treated you when you came in yesterday, well, this morning. Your friends brought you in, quite a night of drinking you had... I’m told your mum, she’s on her way in from the states. So that’ll be good, right?”
Elijah was not sure how he felt about that piece of news. He only blinked slowly and met Ben’s eyes once again.
“Do you remember anything about last night? Anything about what you did?”
Elijah’s heart began to race. The monitor beside the bed drew out a frantic display of his heart rate. With great effort, he thinks back. There’s nothing. “I can’t.”
“You need to try.”
Ben saw the fear creeping into Elijah’s eyes. Ben backed off a little. “There are people here, who can help you remember. Or if you wanna talk to me?”
“I’m sorry. I’m-” Elijah’s voice wavers and fails a moment. Breathe. “I’m really tired.”
“You have a bloody good set of mates there. The story they’re telling is a lot different from what your blood tests show.” Ben paused, cautious of how much he told the young man so soon. “Clearly, they’re protecting you. Well… they’re protecting somebody.”
Ben eyed the monitor, Elijah’s heart was still racing.
“Hboutbout something to help you sleep? Something mild, take the edge off?”
Elijah looked down. His hands began to shake again. “Yeah, okay.”
“Straight away.” Ben stood deliberately. He smiled a comforting smile at Elijah. “I’ll check back on you later.” Ben reached the door and turned. “Or not, visitors can be pretty stressful.”
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But it hadn’t. Whatever had happened, Elijah was still gripped by it. He came back to work too soon.
She felt a twinge of despair overtaking her. She has lost her partner in mud and music. The weird one is alone once more.
“Evanessence blows.”
Surprised, Tracy looks up. Elijah is looking down at her with a crooked smile on his face.
“You were talking about Evanessence.”
“I was?”
“Yeah, but... You just stopped talking.”
Elijah managed the grin with great effort. They both knew how hard he was trying for her, how much he wanted to engaged in the routine of adolescent tune bashing. And they both also knew something was missing. Tracy ramps up and takes the lead again.
“They do not blow. You just have to give them a chance.”
“Maybe next life.”
“Anarchist.”
“Pop culture baby.”
The two pause, watching each other. Then in unison, “Truce.”
It gave Elijah a rush to see Tracy smile. He closed his eyes, sat back against his chair and let the warmth wash over him. The moment was good, familiar. He needed something to be right and familiar now. He felt at if he were walking in a thick fog the past 48 hours with no clue how to escape. Routine was good. Being with Tracy was good. Familiar. Safe.
Elijah’s trailer had been slightly transformed today. Peter has decided that costume and makeup would come to him. So instead of maneuvering around endless empty CD cases, makeup trays and all the fixing for Elijah’s daily set of fake feet were now scattered recklessly throughout his trailer. He was to conserve his energy for the shoot today. Pete had promised to do his best to give a lia light schedule until he was completely back in action, but Elijah knew Pete could only let up so much. They’re shooting three films and momentum is everything right now. He hated that he was the asshole to throw a monkey wrench into works, bring everyone to a screeching halt.
He actually felt he had betrayed Peter a bit. He remembered their first talks, about how much responsibility the role of Frodo would be. Peter reminded him that this role would require him to be, as he had always been on previous films, professionally and responsible beyond his years. He hated the idea that he had ruined Peter image of him. Not so much that he was innocent; but Elijah knew Peter’s opinion, his image of him, was forever blemished. A wave of nausea welled up in Elijah’s stomach and he mourned the lost of the paternal connection he felt growing with Peter. The relationship he most certainly destroyed.
He had fucked it all up. He got himself wasted, he drank himself into… Dammit… What had he done?
***********************
Elijah watched the door as if he expects his friends to return.
His doctor eased forward and carefully sat at his bedside. “So how do you feel?”
“I’m, I’m tired.”
“That’s what beds are for mate. Lie back.”
Elijah melted against the pillows and noticed his own trembling for the first time.
“Having visitors can be pretty stressful. Take a minute and breathe.”
Warily, Elijah obeyed. He closed his eyes and focused on the air going in, coming out, again, again. He didn’t notice his shoulders lower to relax at his sides. He did notice the persistence throbbing in his head shrink slowly into a dull aching pulse. He opens his eyes to see his doctor watching him calmly.
“Better.” The doctor said kindly. “Do you remember me?”
Elijah shakes his head, sadly.
“I’m Ben Quivern. I treated you when you came in yesterday, well, this morning. Your friends brought you in, quite a night of drinking you had... I’m told your mum, she’s on her way in from the states. So that’ll be good, right?”
Elijah was not sure how he felt about that piece of news. He only blinked slowly and met Ben’s eyes once again.
“Do you remember anything about last night? Anything about what you did?”
Elijah’s heart began to race. The monitor beside the bed drew out a frantic display of his heart rate. With great effort, he thinks back. There’s nothing. “I can’t.”
“You need to try.”
Ben saw the fear creeping into Elijah’s eyes. Ben backed off a little. “There are people here, who can help you remember. Or if you wanna talk to me?”
“I’m sorry. I’m-” Elijah’s voice wavers and fails a moment. Breathe. “I’m really tired.”
“You have a bloody good set of mates there. The story they’re telling is a lot different from what your blood tests show.” Ben paused, cautious of how much he told the young man so soon. “Clearly, they’re protecting you. Well… they’re protecting somebody.”
Ben eyed the monitor, Elijah’s heart was still racing.
“Hboutbout something to help you sleep? Something mild, take the edge off?”
Elijah looked down. His hands began to shake again. “Yeah, okay.”
“Straight away.” Ben stood deliberately. He smiled a comforting smile at Elijah. “I’ll check back on you later.” Ben reached the door and turned. “Or not, visitors can be pretty stressful.”
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