Breaking the Rain
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,192
Reviews:
21
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.
Tasting the Drops.
Title: Breaking The Rain
Chapter: 2 Tasting The Drops
Disclaimer: Again, I write fiction, no truth implied.
Rating: This chapter, G
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She awoke to find herself in a warm bed. Covers wrapped around her, clothing dry. Several scents caught her nose, sandalwood.. Sausage. Eggs. Food! She pushed herself up in her elbows slightly, moaning as she did so. Her head hurt. Hangover. Must be. Hadn't realized she drank that much. She pushed herself all the way to a sitting position and noted to herself that this wasn't her clothing, her shirt. She was only wearing a shirt. She jerked the covers away and slung her legs onto the ground, groaning slightly. She stood up and realized that she was also wearing a pair of boxers. Great, now she woke up in somebody's house wearing his clothing and didn't remember a damn thing. She groaned to herself slightly as she stood up, fingers running through her hair, the tangled mess it was.
Not bothering to look in the mirror, not caring how horrible she looked; she moved from the bed to the door, a slight stagger in her step. She opened the door to hear laughter. Such a common sound, but strange to her. She made her way out the door and stopped, wiggling her toes into the soft carpet below her. A simple luxury to some, not to her. She marveled at the feel for a moment before stepping into the room that the noise was coming from. All heads turned to face her, this girl standing in the hallway. Her eyes were red from lack of sleep, a hang over and the downward twist the drugs in her system were causing her to feel. Her dirty blond hair was a mess, having just woke up. Too skinny, almost sickly looking, and Orlando's clothing falling off of her did not add much to the picture. Twenty-one years old, and she looked like a drug-ridden teenager.
The brown haired one from last night was relaxing on the couch, a cup of tea in one hand. The steam was rising. "Morning, feeling better?" She shook her head and wished she hadn't; the room spun and her head throbbed.
"My god. What. Where am I?" She had her eyes shut as she spoke, the sunlight getting to her. Silence followed her question, no one daring to answer it seemed. Or maybe just debating on who should. A hand on her shoulder snapped her from personal thoughts, and she jerked backward, stumbling and falling against the wall. Not helping her hangover any.
"Easy, child." His voice was deep, sensual. Strangely erotic. "No one here is going to hurt you." She almost willed herself to believe the words. It would be so easy, so easy to believe that someone wasn't going to hurt her. But reality wasn't fantasy. At least not most of the time. She opened her eyes to look at who was standing so closely in front of her. Tall, older then the others, strawberry blond hair and deep grey, green eyes. Eyes she could get lost in. She shook her head back and forth slowly, pushing that last thought from her mind. Willing it to leave.
"Where am I?" She whispered once more, moving one hand to her face to cover her eyes.
"You are here. In a hotel room. My friend over there.." He gestured to Orlando, "Orlando.. He picked you up last night. After you seemed to have assaulted him with a randomly thrown rock, he went to confront you, found you staggering drunk and began to bring you to the car. In which process you fainted. Remember that at all?" His voice was soothing, and didn't seem to be putting her down. Nor was he surprised when she shook her head. No, she didn't remember. He sighed, turning and looking at his friends in the living room. "Well, I am Viggo, the one drinking tea is Orlando. That one in the brown chair is Elijah, and the other one is Dom." He gestured to each person as introducing them. Turning to look at her when he finished.
"I'm hungry.." She whispered the words, she had smelled the food. He smiled and moved from her into another room.
"In here, come on. Bacon, Eggs.. Gravy.. Biscuits. The whole nine yards. Come on."
Chapter: 2 Tasting The Drops
Disclaimer: Again, I write fiction, no truth implied.
Rating: This chapter, G
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She awoke to find herself in a warm bed. Covers wrapped around her, clothing dry. Several scents caught her nose, sandalwood.. Sausage. Eggs. Food! She pushed herself up in her elbows slightly, moaning as she did so. Her head hurt. Hangover. Must be. Hadn't realized she drank that much. She pushed herself all the way to a sitting position and noted to herself that this wasn't her clothing, her shirt. She was only wearing a shirt. She jerked the covers away and slung her legs onto the ground, groaning slightly. She stood up and realized that she was also wearing a pair of boxers. Great, now she woke up in somebody's house wearing his clothing and didn't remember a damn thing. She groaned to herself slightly as she stood up, fingers running through her hair, the tangled mess it was.
Not bothering to look in the mirror, not caring how horrible she looked; she moved from the bed to the door, a slight stagger in her step. She opened the door to hear laughter. Such a common sound, but strange to her. She made her way out the door and stopped, wiggling her toes into the soft carpet below her. A simple luxury to some, not to her. She marveled at the feel for a moment before stepping into the room that the noise was coming from. All heads turned to face her, this girl standing in the hallway. Her eyes were red from lack of sleep, a hang over and the downward twist the drugs in her system were causing her to feel. Her dirty blond hair was a mess, having just woke up. Too skinny, almost sickly looking, and Orlando's clothing falling off of her did not add much to the picture. Twenty-one years old, and she looked like a drug-ridden teenager.
The brown haired one from last night was relaxing on the couch, a cup of tea in one hand. The steam was rising. "Morning, feeling better?" She shook her head and wished she hadn't; the room spun and her head throbbed.
"My god. What. Where am I?" She had her eyes shut as she spoke, the sunlight getting to her. Silence followed her question, no one daring to answer it seemed. Or maybe just debating on who should. A hand on her shoulder snapped her from personal thoughts, and she jerked backward, stumbling and falling against the wall. Not helping her hangover any.
"Easy, child." His voice was deep, sensual. Strangely erotic. "No one here is going to hurt you." She almost willed herself to believe the words. It would be so easy, so easy to believe that someone wasn't going to hurt her. But reality wasn't fantasy. At least not most of the time. She opened her eyes to look at who was standing so closely in front of her. Tall, older then the others, strawberry blond hair and deep grey, green eyes. Eyes she could get lost in. She shook her head back and forth slowly, pushing that last thought from her mind. Willing it to leave.
"Where am I?" She whispered once more, moving one hand to her face to cover her eyes.
"You are here. In a hotel room. My friend over there.." He gestured to Orlando, "Orlando.. He picked you up last night. After you seemed to have assaulted him with a randomly thrown rock, he went to confront you, found you staggering drunk and began to bring you to the car. In which process you fainted. Remember that at all?" His voice was soothing, and didn't seem to be putting her down. Nor was he surprised when she shook her head. No, she didn't remember. He sighed, turning and looking at his friends in the living room. "Well, I am Viggo, the one drinking tea is Orlando. That one in the brown chair is Elijah, and the other one is Dom." He gestured to each person as introducing them. Turning to look at her when he finished.
"I'm hungry.." She whispered the words, she had smelled the food. He smiled and moved from her into another room.
"In here, come on. Bacon, Eggs.. Gravy.. Biscuits. The whole nine yards. Come on."