Unreal
folder
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,346
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,346
Reviews:
10
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.
Chapter Five
Disclaimer: Nope, we don’t own them. Wish we did. This never happened (well, to the best of our knowledge), it’s just a figment of our twisted little imaginations. And we do hope that you enjoy it. :-D
The morning was a rude awakening for Orlando, as the curtains in his room were suddenly yanked open, and he was doused with ice water while still in bed.
“Get up,” Viggo barked, obviously severely pissed off.
The sunlight burned Orlando’s skin slightly where the light hit him, and induced a sensation like a hangover from hell. The most severe pain, however, was centered on the bite marks on his neck.
“Fuck!” he hissed, diving under the covers. Owwwwwwwwww, he was in pain! Oh the agony!
“What the fuck was that for?” he muttered, shivering from the water as he huddled under the covers. “And shut the damn curtains!”
Instead, Viggo started yanking the covers off the bed.
“That was for upsetting Elijah to the point that he was knocking on my door at two AM!” he fired back. “Your first two strikes were hitting on a married woman and generally acting like a colossal asshole. Now get. Up!”
Orlando hissed in pain and rolled off the bed, trying to hide from the sun. Fuck, what the hell was up with that?
“Okay, okay, I’m fucking up,” he muttered.
He groaned, dropping his head forward onto the carpet. Shit, he’d upset Elijah and now he had a pissed off Viggo on his back. Not g
He raised his head, blinking rapidly. “What time is it?” Didn’t they have a flight to catch or something?
“Seven thirty,” Viggo responded as he started going through the drawers and closets in the room. “You know, the time we’re all supposed to be leaving for the airport?”
“Shit!” Orlando hissed, jumping to his feet. He blinked, feeling dizzy. “How the fuck did I oversleep?”
Hadn’t he set his alarm last night before going to bed?
He ended up grabbing the clothes he’d wore to the premiere and threw them on, then glanced at Viggo hesitantly. “So, um, is Lij still upset?”
“Are you really so clued out that you haven’t figured out what’s going on with him?” Viggo responded as he pulled out Orlando’s bags and started tossing things into them, relieved that at least he was now talking to someone who was clued out and DRESSED.
Orlando rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Um, no, not exactly. He’s got a crush on me, right?”
He awkwardly watched Viggo packing his belongings. “I just don’t know how long he’s had the crush.”
“We were filming how many years ago?” Viggo responded, pausing for a moment to look at Orlando pointedly. “Do the math. I know you can’t help how he feels. I know you can’t force yourself to feel the same way. But fuck, running hot and cold on him the way you have been is just cruel, especially since you DO apparently know what’s going on.”
Orlando’s eyes widened. Fuck, Elijah had liked him since filming?!
“I’m not intentionally running hot and cold on him,” he muttered. He rubbed his forehead, sighing. Damn, why did everything have to be so complicated? “I’m just confused. I mean, I’ve had the urge to kiss him a couple of times, but I am not gay.”
He looked at Viggo, frowning. “So how long have you known that Elijah likes me and how was I so clueless about it until now?”
“What difference does that make?” Viggo countered, folding his arms across his chest. “I thought you could take care of yourself.”
Orlando winced. “I deserved that,” he muttered softly. He sighed. “I should apologize to Elijah.”
He frowned, squinting at the window, then moved into the shadows. Ahhhh, much better. He didn’t feel like he was going to throw up any second.
“Apologize for what you did, not how you feel,” Viggo insisted. “‘Don’t tell the elf’ has taken on an ENTIRELY new meaning lately.”
He smirked in spite of himself, but the expression faded when he noticed Orlando lurking in the shadows. Was that stuff about vampires that Elijah had been going on about actually true?
Orlando sighed, scrubbing his hands over his face. “I didn’t mean to hurt Elijah’s feelings,” he muttered. “Where is he?”
He wanted to apologize to him so he could hurry up and crawl back in bed.
Oh. . .but they were supposed to fly to LA. Sigh.
“How much did Lij tell you about what happened last night?” he asked cautiously. He didn’t need another person dogging him about Vanessa.
“Look, he wasn’t making a lot of sense last night,” Viggo responded, deciding it was best to just get the kid moving. “I think we’re ALL just really tired. Please don’t embarrass him any more than he already is: he claims he’s not gay either. He’s downstairs. With everyone else. Waiting for you to get your ass in gear so we can all sleep on the plane.”
“Okay, okay,” Orlando said as he did a quick check of the room to make sure Viggo had gotten everything, trying to avoid getting into the sunlight.
“I think I’m ready,” he announced. He frowned. Damn, his bags were sitting on the bed. In the sunlight.
Well, he was gonna have to deal with it anyway once he got outside. . . He grabbed his bags, pulling out his sunglasses and putting them on. He smiled at Viggo. “Okay, let’s go.”
“Well good MORNING!” Ian exclaimed dramatically when they made it downstairs. “So sorry to wake you, your highness.”
“Ease off Ian, he’s not feeling well,” Viggo said in his quiet way.
“Oh,” Ian responded, looking a little concerned. “Not coming down with something, I hope. Is that why you left early last night?”
A few of the others looked relieved, then headed for the airport shuttle. Elijah and Sean were already outside, entertaining Sean’s daughter Alexandra (who was wearing a Powerpuff Girls shirt) with a game that was supposed to be hide and go seek, but just ended up being ‘run around and yell.’
Orlando smiled at Ian’s concern. “Yeah,” he said in answer to the older man’s question. “I was feeling tired and just wanted to crash. It’s probably just a stomach virus or something. No big deal.”
He watched Elijah and Sean chase Alexandra around and figured it probably wasn’t an appropriate time to apologize.
Ugh, even the sunglasses n’t n’t helping. The sunlight still bothered him. . .and he felt nauseated. He hoped he didn’t throw up. That would be embarrassing.
“Let’s go. Plane’s waiting,” Viggo prompted, and headed for the front door.
Elijah stopped dead when he saw Orlando, and quickly boarded the shuttle, trying to hide at the back of it. He was short. No one could see him back here. Hide.
Liv was on her cell phone as she got on the shuttle, talking to Royston, based on the way she was blushing. Billy and Dom hadn’t woken up yet, based on the fact they hadn’t gotten into any trouble yet.
“Just make it to the plane,” Ian muttered to Orlando. “You’re an actor, and this is just another show. You can do it.”
Orlando smiled, nodding. “Thanks, Ian.”
Ian was right. He could do this. No problem.
He grinned at Billy and Dom as he passed them to board the shuttle. “Morning, guys.” See? He could be cheery.
He gulped as he got on the shuttle and saw Elijah at the back. No, he wasn’t quite ready to apologize. Later. And he really didn’t want to sit by Liv and listen to her yack to her husband. Ick.
He ended up sitting near the front and sighed, slumping down in his seat. He wanted nothing more than to sleep.
By the time the shuttle arrived at the airport, Dom and Billy had gotten good and wound up. But even they went silent when they saw the crowd gathered at the airport.
“Fuck, not again,” Viggo muttered.
“Shit!” Liv hissed, then scrambled to put some make-up on. Who’d made this a meet and greet?
Elijah looked from the crowd to Sean, who nodded.
“Let’s go, Mr. Frodo,” he said with a shrug. Elijah smirked a little, then got up and headed for the front of the shuttle, Sean right behind him. He took a deep breath, then headed down the stairs to the ground. Big smile. Wave. Give the people what they want. He was a star, damn it.
Dom groaned when the screaming reached a fevered pitch.
“You’re not allowed to leave the bus,” Billy told Orlando, half seriously.
Ian laughed. He just found the whole thing amusing. Loud, but amusing.
“Fuck,” Orlando groaned under his breath, staring out at the fans. He was so not in the mood for this. . .
Remembering what Ian told him, he took a deep breath and put on his most charming smile as he glanced at Billy. “Aw, c’mon, mate,” he said. “We don’t want to disappoint the fans.”
He got to his feet, made his way to the stairs and headed out of the shuttle. He felt his stomach lurch as he stepped into the sun, but forced himself to smile and wave to the crowd. Yes, he loved each and any one of them.
It took them forty-five minutes to cross the twenty feet between them and the plane. Elijah seemed to be enjoying the whole thing though, especially the girls. He was tired of pining away on a lost cause.
“That’s it, I’m turning gay,” Billy muttered, shying away from the crowd a little.
“What do you mean ‘turning’?” Dom teased.
“Ooh baby,” Billy said with a grin.
Orlando chuckled half-heartedly at Billy and Dom, his attention split between concentrating on not getting sick and watching Elijah. Had last night been the last straw and he’d finally gotten over his crush?
Orlando frowned, wondering why that thought depressed him so much. . .
Finally, they managed to get on the stairs to board the plane, arranging themselves for one last photo op.
“Hey Orli! Heads up! You’re being flashed!” Billy exclaimed, pointing out some girls in the audience.
Orlando glanced where Billy was pointing and laughed. In response, he lifted up his shirt, making a silly face.
The noise from the crowd was deafening.
In typical ham fashion, Billy pretended that Orlando was just sooooooo hot. . .well, okay, he kinda was. . .made an ‘oh god I’m creaming myself’ face, and stuck his finger in Orlando’s exposed belly button. Liv couldn’t help it. She cracked up. Finally! A NORMAL moment!
Well, normally abnormal, anyway.
Orlando laughed, squirming away from Billy’s touch. “That tickles, ya wanker,” he teased. Wee, he almost felt normal again!
Blech, no he didn’t. He was still nauseous.
In fact, the extra sunlight on his skin made his stomach lurch. Even as Billy started laughing, the queasiness became overwhelming.
Orlando managed a shaky smile and quickly lowered his shirt. God, could they just hurry up and get on the plane so he could hurl in private? Because if they didn’t move soon, Billy was going to get an unpleasant surprise.
Billy caught sight of Orlando and stopped laughing.
“You okay?” he asked seriously. “You just went green.”
Orlando nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He’d be fine once they got on the plane.
“Oooookay, let’s go,” Billy said quickly, ushering everyone else onto the plane. He was SO not getting puked on.
Inside the aircraft, Elijah once again darted into a private corner and hid. Dom crashed into a seat and pretended to immediately fall asleep. Sean was in yet another in-depth Powerpuff Girls conversation with Alexandra.
Orlando immediately made his way to the back of the plane, locked himself in the bathroom and proceeded to retch.
Elijah glanced back at the noises coming out of the bathroom, but stayed where he was. He’d learned his lesson the night before, thanks.
But. . .poor Orli!
Once Orlando had finished, he splashed some cold water on his face and stared at his reflection. Shit, he looked even worse than he had the day before. . .
“What the hell is happening to me?” he whispered, feeling scared. Maybe Elijah had been right about Vanessa.
He finally stumbled out of the bathroom and collapsed into the nearest seat. He felt like shit, looked like shit and didn’t really care about anything but sleeping.
With that in mind, he slumped lower in his seat and closed his eyes.
******
The long flight to Los Angeles was quiet, since everyone was pretty worn out from the Wellington insanity. Despite everyone’s fatigue, however, people could only sleep so long, and boredom set in with nightfall.
Dom and Billy set on Orlando, intent on mischief.
“So what happened with you and Lij?” Billy asked.
“Nothing,” Orlando said defensively. He felt much better since night had fallen. His nausea was completely gone. But he found himself missing Vanessa.
“What makes you think anything happened?” he asked, glancing from Dom to Billy and back.
“Because we asked him what was up with you this morning, and he yelled at us,” Billy said.
“Then Viggo yelled at us,” Dom added.
“Viggo’s scary when he yells,” Billy said with a nod.
Orlando winced. “Okay, I was a bit of an ass last night,” he admitted. A bit?
He sighed. “Lij was just worried about me and scammed a key to my room. He came to check on me and I got mad and told him I could take care of myself.”
He conveniently left out all mention of Vanessa. Billy and Dom didn’t need to know about her.
“He scammed a key to your room?” Dom repeated, looking a bit creeped out. Billy didn’t seem too thrilled either.
“I think I would have reacted the same way you did,” he admitted.
Orlando shrugged. “Yeah, but he was just worried about me. I mean, I haven’t exactly been my usual self lately.”
He glanced over the tops of the seats in front of him, looking for Elijah. He still needed to apologize.
“So use the phone,” Dom grumbled. “Getting a key to your room is too Fatal Attraction.”
Elijah was currently being assaulted by Blossom. . .or was it Buttercup. . .anyway, the Powerpuff girl with the dark hair. Sean and his wife had finally nodded off, but their daughter was still wide awake, so Elijah had volunteered to look after her for a while.
“Um. . .he did,” Orlando said. “I told him I was fine and was just gonna go to sleep. I guess he didn’t believe me.”
He chewed his lower lip, wondering if he should tell Dom and Billy about Vanessa. He didn’t want them thinking Elijah was an obsessed stalker. . .but at the same time, he didn’t want them freaking out about Vanessa like Elijah had.
Billy and Dom looked at each other, then back at Orlando. Billy looked over at Elijah. Ooookay, playing with a cute little kid didn’t mesh with crazy stalker persona.
“Right. None of our business,” Dom said.
Orlando smiled. “Right,” he said. “Excuse me, guys. I need to talk to Lij.”
He got up from his seat and moved over to where Elijah and Alexandra were playing. “Hey,” he said, smiling shyly at Elijah. “Mind if we talk?”
Elijah looked up at him over the doll that was assaulting him, suspicion obvious in his large blue eyes.
“Go beat up Dom and Billy for a bit, okay Alex?” he said to the little girl. Might as well get this over with. . .before he threw up.
Orlando shoved his hands in his pockets and nervously shifted his weight from foot to foot. watching Alex run down the aisle and pounce on Dom and Billy.
“Um, I wanted to apologize for last night,” he said awkwardly. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” Elijah said quickly, looking away. “I should have minded my own business, I guess.”
Orlando continued to fidget, unsure of what else to say. He didn’t really want to bring up Elijah’s crush or his own conflicting feelings.
“I just don’t want you to think I don’t appreciate your concern,” he said finally. “Because I do. And I’m sorry for being an ass.”
Elijah just shrugged, looking at the floor.
Orlando nodded awkwardly. “Right, so, um, I’ll talk to you later,” he said softly. There really wasn’t much else to say and he didn’t know how to make things the way they’d been before last night.
He felt so conflicted. He knew he should probably just walk away and go sit back down, but he felt the overwhelming urge to hug Elijah tight and tell him it was okay.
Sigh. Things weren’t this complicated with Vanessa. . .
Elijah looked up quickly, his eyes almost desperate.
“Orli, wait!” he said hurriedly. “I. . .I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen!”
“It’s okay, Lij,” Orlando said, blinking. Wow, Elijah had the prettiest eyes. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I just. . .”
He trailed off, shaking his head. “I dunno. Part of me is starting to think you were right about Vanessa.”
He rubbed his forehead, frowning. For some reason, he was able to think clearer when she wasn’t around and he realized how much she scared him.
Fear flashed into Elijah’s eyes. His gaze immediately went to Orlando’s neck.
“What did she do to you?” he asked with trepidation.
Odo tdo touched his neck where Vanessa had bitten him, then sat down next to Elijah. He looked pretty silly standing in the aisle talking to Elijah and besides, nobody else on the plane needed to hear what they were talking about.
“She bit me again,” he said softly. He hesitated before adding, “And had me drink her blood.”
Now that he thought about it, it was pretty scary. He shuddered. “Elijah, what have I done?”
“Let me see your neck,” Elijah said urgently. Oh this was bad. This was very bad.
Wait. . .wait wait wait all that stuff was just from movies. He was overreacting. . .he hoped.
Orlando tilted his head to the side and back so Elijah could see his neck better. “Vampires don’t exist, Elijah,” he said softly. “I mean, that’s just Hollywood and old legends and myths.”
Right?
Then why did he feel so afraid?
“Well. . . um. . .” Elijah responded, wincing at the new bite on Orlando’s neck. The edges were turning a sickly black color. “Have you been craving blood? Does the sun burn you? Does garlic bother you?”
Orlando frowned. “Um. . .the sun burned me, yeah. Viggo gave me a rude awakening by jerking my curtains open. That’s why I was sick earlier too. I felt nauseous from the sun.”
Craving blood? He paused to think about thne. ne. Well, there had been that moment earlier in the afternoon when Liv had gotten a paper cut from the book she’d been reading. He’d wanted nothing more than to suck the blood off her finger, but he’d thought it had just been because she was Liv and he wanted her.
His frown deepened. “I haven’t been hungry today.” Come to think of it, he hadn’t eaten anything at all since breakfast the day before.
Elijah touched his skin, then pulled away quickly in response to the deathly cold that had consumed him. His expression became pained. He had no idea what to say.
“What?” Orlando said, frowning as he saw Elijah’s expression. “Lij, what is it?”
And then he remembered how Liv had recoiled from touching his skin. “I’m cold, aren’t I?”
Elijah nodded quickly.
“You’re pale, too,” he said, his voice just above a whisper. “Paler than you were this morning.”
“Shit,” Orlando whispered, licking his lips. “Elijah, I’m fucking scared.”
Damn it, why had he ever let Vanessa talk int into once more? He should’ve ran away the moment he’d seen her fangs.
Elijah nodded and swallowed hard.
“I would be too,” he admitted. “But. . .I mean, you were out in the sun, even though it wasn’t a lot of fun. That means something, right?”
“I hope so,” Orlando said, licking his lips. “But maybe I won’t see her anymore. I mean, she did say last night was goodbye.”
“I don’t care about her, Orli. I care about what’s happening to you,” Elijah said forcefully, grabbing Orlando’s arm. “You’re in trouble. We need to do something about it.”
“Yeah, but what?” Orlando asked. He licked his lips, feeling better just knowing that Elijah cared.
“Rent every vampire movie ever made, and go from there,” Elijah said with determination.
Orlando laughed. “Thanks Lij,” he said, smiling. “I’m glad you’re here for me.”
Elijah smiled sadly and looked down at his hands.
“You’re welcome,” he mumbled. “I, um, I’d better get back to watching Alex. Sean’ll kill me if he finds out I left her with those two goofballs.”
“Yeah, that wouldn’t be good,” Orlando said, nodding.
He gazed at Elijah for a few moments, wanting nothing more than to remove the sadness from his friend’s smile.
“Lij,” he said softly. Then he shook his head. No, he had to figure out his own feelings before he asked Elijah about.
<.
He smiled and said instead, “Have fun with Alex.”
“Thanks,” Elijah said warily, glancing at him for just a moment. “Just. . .if anything else weird happens, tell me, okay??”
Orlando nodded, smiling. “You bet, mate.”
******