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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
837
Reviews:
15
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.
Chapter 2: In Which A Gathering Is Arranged
Author: Fainpathe Elanesse
Title: When You Come Back Down
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Alex Band from The Calling
Rating: R for language right now, will be NC17 goodness later on!
WARNING: language, m/m relationships, ridiculous plotline. Ye be warned!
Disclaimer: I'm an impoverished student who's making no money from this, honest! This obviously never happened, alas, alack. If it did, and they were mine, they'd spend a lot more time in Scotland. In my bed. Naked. Ahem. ON WITH THE FIC!!
A/N: this plot bunny bit me in the ass one night after re-reading Wherever You Will Go. It’s a ridiculous idea, but work with me, people! For the purposes of this fic, Alex is from Manchester, and is not famous, although he is in a band. :D Ok, so he’s kinda an OMC, but physically, he’s exactly right for the character. Same singing voice, same looks, but with a Mancunian accent!
The title is a Nickel Creek song – an awesome bluegrass/country band. Go listen! Now, now I tell you!
All quotes, when I realise they’re not my own wit and genius :D shall be footnoted, and credit given where due. If I miss one, tell me!
“Blah” denotes speech, ‘blah’ denotes thought, ~~~~~~ denotes passage of time and *blah* is emphasis. There ya go!
Chapter Two: In Which A Gathering Is Arranged
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THE NEXT DAY
Strolling over to the makeup trailer after he’d been dismissed for the evening, Alex nearly collided with a tornado of brown hair and gangly limbs. Orli barrelled past him, saying ‘sorry mate, didn’t see you!’ before doing a double take and turning back.
“Alex? Shit, sorry ‘bout that, didn’t recognise you without the hair!”
“S’alright”, Alex replied, “If it wasn’t for the clumsiness and the voice, I wouldn’t be able to tell it was you either! Those contacts make you look really different!”
“Oi! Watch it!” Orli replied, sticking his tongue out at Alex. “But yeah, I know. They hurt like fuck, but I wouldn’t feel like Leggy without putting on the hair and eyes and ears. I’m not like Vig, he’s one of those bloody method actors! Next time you see him out of costume, call him Aragorn, see how long it takes him to notice!” Orli grinned, and slapped him on the back.
“Might try that, see what happens! Hey, you seen Dom anywhere? He suggested we go to the pub later, finish catching up.” Alex looked over Orli’s shoulder, as if expecting him to spontaneously appear out of thin air. He’d not been able to find him after shooting the day before, and was looking forward to having a long chat with him. He’d been feeling a bit homesick, and after a phone call from his ex this morning, needed to see a friendly face.
“Nah, I think he got called back to talk about something. And he’ll be like an hour getting de-footed, so there’s not really much point in you waiting. He won’t be at the pub later, either” Seeing Alex’s crestfallen face, Orlando quickly continued, “Coz I’m having a get-together at mine tonight. We can have it in your honour! Whereabouts are you staying?”
Alex told him, and it turned out that the house he’d rented was just down the road from when Orli was staying. They agreed to meet up later, and Alex was just turning to leave, when Orli put his hand on his arm, and said, “Hey, I was just leaving – you want a lift?”
“Nah, it’s cool, I might hang around here for a while, have a look at the sights.”
Orli looked crestfallen, and replied, “Ok, sure, if that’s what you wanna do, that’s cool. You sure you won’t change your mind? I can point out all the sights on the way back!” Orli looked so disappointed at his negative reply, and so determined to persuade him, that Alex could hardly refuse. In fact, he struggled to keep a massive grin off his face at the thought of spending more time in this exquisite specimen’s company, recent breakup or not.
“Sure, why not?” He smiled, and Orli’s demeanour visibly perked up.
“Ok, just let me grab my stuff from the Cuntebago. I’ll meet you by the car. It’s the blue one over there.” Orli gestured in the direction of the car park before sprinting off to another trailer. Alex slowly wandered over to the car, his thoughts once again turning to the delectable Mr. Bloom. He seemed to be a fountain of irrepressible energy, and every time Peter had called cut that day, Orli was always the first away from his mark, joking around with the other actors, or playing some bizarre variation on ‘tig’, which Elijah had been trying to explain the rules of to Alex earlier, while Dom and Billy sniggered behind his back, refusing to share the joke.
“Bloody hobbits!” Alex muttered under his breath, ruefully thinking of the hilarity and friendly teasing that had occurred as his dirty past was revealed, oh-so-thoughtfully, by Dom. Of course, he’d given as good as he got, but he just knew he wasn’t going to be allowed to live it down.
“What was that, mate?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing, just thinking of ways to exact painful and lasting revenge on Monaghan.” Orlando’s approach had been so silent that Alex hadn’t even heard him come up behind him. Being an elf must be having an effect on him – from what he’d heard Dom say, Orli wasn’t the most graceful of people when they first started.
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Orli replied, startling Alex out of his daze once again. “They carried me out of my hotel room in the middle of the fucking night once. And they’ve got Elijah going with this bloody tig game. Total bollocks, they invent new rules every day, but it’s highly entertaining for the rest of us!” He chuckled, before gesturing to the car and climbing in himself. “C’mon, It’ll be too dark to see the sights of Middle Earth soon!”
Alex got in slowly, but not without thinking that he’d rather concentrate on the sights available within the car, thank you very much!
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“Um, thanks for the lift mate!” As they drew up outside Alex’s house, he almost wished the journey had been longer, but, unfortunately, it had passed all too quickly.
“No problem, luv, glad I could help.” If Orli noticed Alex’s double take at the endearment, he didn’t show it. “Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to come over early? You can help me set up for the party, and I’ll give you some blackmail material on the hobbits!”
“I’d love to help…shit, hang on…” His phone started vibrating in his pocket, and when he flipped the cover open, he saw it was Dom.
“Hey mate, you alright?………..Yeah, yeah, it’s cool, Orli gave me a lift home…………nope………….um, yeah, ok. So you’ll come over when?…..8, ok. See you then, mate. Take care.” He hung up, then turned back to Orli. “Sorry, Dom’s invited himself over for a couple of beers and a reminisce before the party. But we’ll try not to get too drunk before we come, ok?” He grinned, got out the car, and waved to Orli, who smiled back at him, before sticking his head out the window and shouted “Prissy Elf” at him.
“Said the pointy-eared princeling who prances about on top of snow!” was his reply, accompanied by a good-humoured finger salute. Alex watched as Orli sped down the driveway, then turned to walk up the driveway to his house, snorting at the ridiculous young man who’d just driven away.
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TBC…
A/N Sorry this chapter’s so short, but I couldn’t split the next one to make this longer! The next chapter is longer, just to say sorry! :P
Title: When You Come Back Down
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Alex Band from The Calling
Rating: R for language right now, will be NC17 goodness later on!
WARNING: language, m/m relationships, ridiculous plotline. Ye be warned!
Disclaimer: I'm an impoverished student who's making no money from this, honest! This obviously never happened, alas, alack. If it did, and they were mine, they'd spend a lot more time in Scotland. In my bed. Naked. Ahem. ON WITH THE FIC!!
A/N: this plot bunny bit me in the ass one night after re-reading Wherever You Will Go. It’s a ridiculous idea, but work with me, people! For the purposes of this fic, Alex is from Manchester, and is not famous, although he is in a band. :D Ok, so he’s kinda an OMC, but physically, he’s exactly right for the character. Same singing voice, same looks, but with a Mancunian accent!
The title is a Nickel Creek song – an awesome bluegrass/country band. Go listen! Now, now I tell you!
All quotes, when I realise they’re not my own wit and genius :D shall be footnoted, and credit given where due. If I miss one, tell me!
“Blah” denotes speech, ‘blah’ denotes thought, ~~~~~~ denotes passage of time and *blah* is emphasis. There ya go!
Chapter Two: In Which A Gathering Is Arranged
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THE NEXT DAY
Strolling over to the makeup trailer after he’d been dismissed for the evening, Alex nearly collided with a tornado of brown hair and gangly limbs. Orli barrelled past him, saying ‘sorry mate, didn’t see you!’ before doing a double take and turning back.
“Alex? Shit, sorry ‘bout that, didn’t recognise you without the hair!”
“S’alright”, Alex replied, “If it wasn’t for the clumsiness and the voice, I wouldn’t be able to tell it was you either! Those contacts make you look really different!”
“Oi! Watch it!” Orli replied, sticking his tongue out at Alex. “But yeah, I know. They hurt like fuck, but I wouldn’t feel like Leggy without putting on the hair and eyes and ears. I’m not like Vig, he’s one of those bloody method actors! Next time you see him out of costume, call him Aragorn, see how long it takes him to notice!” Orli grinned, and slapped him on the back.
“Might try that, see what happens! Hey, you seen Dom anywhere? He suggested we go to the pub later, finish catching up.” Alex looked over Orli’s shoulder, as if expecting him to spontaneously appear out of thin air. He’d not been able to find him after shooting the day before, and was looking forward to having a long chat with him. He’d been feeling a bit homesick, and after a phone call from his ex this morning, needed to see a friendly face.
“Nah, I think he got called back to talk about something. And he’ll be like an hour getting de-footed, so there’s not really much point in you waiting. He won’t be at the pub later, either” Seeing Alex’s crestfallen face, Orlando quickly continued, “Coz I’m having a get-together at mine tonight. We can have it in your honour! Whereabouts are you staying?”
Alex told him, and it turned out that the house he’d rented was just down the road from when Orli was staying. They agreed to meet up later, and Alex was just turning to leave, when Orli put his hand on his arm, and said, “Hey, I was just leaving – you want a lift?”
“Nah, it’s cool, I might hang around here for a while, have a look at the sights.”
Orli looked crestfallen, and replied, “Ok, sure, if that’s what you wanna do, that’s cool. You sure you won’t change your mind? I can point out all the sights on the way back!” Orli looked so disappointed at his negative reply, and so determined to persuade him, that Alex could hardly refuse. In fact, he struggled to keep a massive grin off his face at the thought of spending more time in this exquisite specimen’s company, recent breakup or not.
“Sure, why not?” He smiled, and Orli’s demeanour visibly perked up.
“Ok, just let me grab my stuff from the Cuntebago. I’ll meet you by the car. It’s the blue one over there.” Orli gestured in the direction of the car park before sprinting off to another trailer. Alex slowly wandered over to the car, his thoughts once again turning to the delectable Mr. Bloom. He seemed to be a fountain of irrepressible energy, and every time Peter had called cut that day, Orli was always the first away from his mark, joking around with the other actors, or playing some bizarre variation on ‘tig’, which Elijah had been trying to explain the rules of to Alex earlier, while Dom and Billy sniggered behind his back, refusing to share the joke.
“Bloody hobbits!” Alex muttered under his breath, ruefully thinking of the hilarity and friendly teasing that had occurred as his dirty past was revealed, oh-so-thoughtfully, by Dom. Of course, he’d given as good as he got, but he just knew he wasn’t going to be allowed to live it down.
“What was that, mate?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing, just thinking of ways to exact painful and lasting revenge on Monaghan.” Orlando’s approach had been so silent that Alex hadn’t even heard him come up behind him. Being an elf must be having an effect on him – from what he’d heard Dom say, Orli wasn’t the most graceful of people when they first started.
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Orli replied, startling Alex out of his daze once again. “They carried me out of my hotel room in the middle of the fucking night once. And they’ve got Elijah going with this bloody tig game. Total bollocks, they invent new rules every day, but it’s highly entertaining for the rest of us!” He chuckled, before gesturing to the car and climbing in himself. “C’mon, It’ll be too dark to see the sights of Middle Earth soon!”
Alex got in slowly, but not without thinking that he’d rather concentrate on the sights available within the car, thank you very much!
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“Um, thanks for the lift mate!” As they drew up outside Alex’s house, he almost wished the journey had been longer, but, unfortunately, it had passed all too quickly.
“No problem, luv, glad I could help.” If Orli noticed Alex’s double take at the endearment, he didn’t show it. “Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to come over early? You can help me set up for the party, and I’ll give you some blackmail material on the hobbits!”
“I’d love to help…shit, hang on…” His phone started vibrating in his pocket, and when he flipped the cover open, he saw it was Dom.
“Hey mate, you alright?………..Yeah, yeah, it’s cool, Orli gave me a lift home…………nope………….um, yeah, ok. So you’ll come over when?…..8, ok. See you then, mate. Take care.” He hung up, then turned back to Orli. “Sorry, Dom’s invited himself over for a couple of beers and a reminisce before the party. But we’ll try not to get too drunk before we come, ok?” He grinned, got out the car, and waved to Orli, who smiled back at him, before sticking his head out the window and shouted “Prissy Elf” at him.
“Said the pointy-eared princeling who prances about on top of snow!” was his reply, accompanied by a good-humoured finger salute. Alex watched as Orli sped down the driveway, then turned to walk up the driveway to his house, snorting at the ridiculous young man who’d just driven away.
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TBC…
A/N Sorry this chapter’s so short, but I couldn’t split the next one to make this longer! The next chapter is longer, just to say sorry! :P