Defeated, But Not Destroyed
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,294
Reviews:
23
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.
You Gave Me Nothing, Now It's All I Have
"Orli, we were just-" Elijah tried to explain.
"Rian, say goodnight and come to bed." Orlando cut him off, his voice steady and even. That voice terrified her. It was what she had come to call the "Calm Before The Storm," the low, level tone that came right before his fist connected with some part of her body.
Fighting back tears, she uttered a small, "Goodnight, Lij," before she hung the phone up with shaking hands. As she made her way across the silent, empty room, she paused at the bottom of the stairs, wondering just what exactly to do at that moment.
She could leave? Just slip out the door and he'd never know... But that wouldn't work, he always knew where she went. Because she only had one place to go, and he'd been there many times to get her. Hunt her down.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she descended up the stairs, one step at a time until she was right outside of his door. Then she paused again, her heart beating so loud in her chest that she was surprised he couldn't hear it inside of his room.
"...ever again!" Rian heard the beep of the phone, signalling the end of the call and then a large bang. She surmised that he'd thrown it against the wall, and that's when she knew just how much trouble she was in.
"Rian, COME HERE!" He bellowed from inside the bedroom's interior, making her jump and stumble a step away from the door handle.
She didn't comply right away or even at all, partly out of defiance, but mostly out of fear.
"I know you're out there, GET IN HERE NOW!" She took a step backwards again, towards the stairs and even farther from his voice and his anger.
Orlando grew impatient and jumped out of bed, yanking on a pair of flannel pajama pants, though his chest was still bare. Throwing open the door, he saw her back turned to him, towards the stairs and he stopped it immediatly, grabbing her arms and yanking her back towards him.
Rian squeaked in surprise as he spun her around roughly to face him, shaking her so hard that her head snapped backwards painfully.
"What were you doing talking to him?" He demanded, digging his fingernails painfully into her forearms and pressing her tightly against him.
"Nothing! Really, we were just talking! I swear, god Orlando, I swear..." She was crying frantically, her voice barely audible through the tears.
"Oh yeah?" His voice went back to that eerie calmness, his chocolate brown eyes wide and commanding. "What were you talking about?" She looked away, searching for an answer that could keep him happy and keep her unharmed.
"I know what you talk about." His voice was hardened slightly and his eyes narrowed. "You talk about me," he began walking her back, towards the stairs and Rian, for a split second of comprehension, wondered if he knew where they were heading, "and how I hit you, and how you should leave me."
She realized with a start, a painful, startling understanding, that he *did* know where they were going. That he knew...and he didn't care.
"Please, Orli! I'm sorry!" Now her voice was frantic, laced with panic that was hard to ignore as she got closer to the stairs and his grip didn't loosen.
"You're fucking him, aren't you?" The question caught her off-guard, stopped her struggles for a split second as she looked up at him with puzzlement.
"What?" As she watched his face change into angry fury, marring the usual attractiveness, she knew she had to find a way to stop his attack before it became to late. "No! No, Orlando, this is stupid, we just talked, I never saw him, I promise!"
"You are, aren't you!" He seemingly ignored everything she'd just said, as though he couldn't hear her. "You're fucking my best friend behind my back!" They were on the edge of the stairs and the only thing holding her back was his grip on her arms.
"No, you've got it all wrong! I'm not-we're not!" She was sobbing desperately now, but his eyes remained cold and hard.
Without another glance, he released her arms and pushed her backwards, turning his back away as she tumbled down the stairs.
Not caring if she survived the fall or not.
"Rian, say goodnight and come to bed." Orlando cut him off, his voice steady and even. That voice terrified her. It was what she had come to call the "Calm Before The Storm," the low, level tone that came right before his fist connected with some part of her body.
Fighting back tears, she uttered a small, "Goodnight, Lij," before she hung the phone up with shaking hands. As she made her way across the silent, empty room, she paused at the bottom of the stairs, wondering just what exactly to do at that moment.
She could leave? Just slip out the door and he'd never know... But that wouldn't work, he always knew where she went. Because she only had one place to go, and he'd been there many times to get her. Hunt her down.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she descended up the stairs, one step at a time until she was right outside of his door. Then she paused again, her heart beating so loud in her chest that she was surprised he couldn't hear it inside of his room.
"...ever again!" Rian heard the beep of the phone, signalling the end of the call and then a large bang. She surmised that he'd thrown it against the wall, and that's when she knew just how much trouble she was in.
"Rian, COME HERE!" He bellowed from inside the bedroom's interior, making her jump and stumble a step away from the door handle.
She didn't comply right away or even at all, partly out of defiance, but mostly out of fear.
"I know you're out there, GET IN HERE NOW!" She took a step backwards again, towards the stairs and even farther from his voice and his anger.
Orlando grew impatient and jumped out of bed, yanking on a pair of flannel pajama pants, though his chest was still bare. Throwing open the door, he saw her back turned to him, towards the stairs and he stopped it immediatly, grabbing her arms and yanking her back towards him.
Rian squeaked in surprise as he spun her around roughly to face him, shaking her so hard that her head snapped backwards painfully.
"What were you doing talking to him?" He demanded, digging his fingernails painfully into her forearms and pressing her tightly against him.
"Nothing! Really, we were just talking! I swear, god Orlando, I swear..." She was crying frantically, her voice barely audible through the tears.
"Oh yeah?" His voice went back to that eerie calmness, his chocolate brown eyes wide and commanding. "What were you talking about?" She looked away, searching for an answer that could keep him happy and keep her unharmed.
"I know what you talk about." His voice was hardened slightly and his eyes narrowed. "You talk about me," he began walking her back, towards the stairs and Rian, for a split second of comprehension, wondered if he knew where they were heading, "and how I hit you, and how you should leave me."
She realized with a start, a painful, startling understanding, that he *did* know where they were going. That he knew...and he didn't care.
"Please, Orli! I'm sorry!" Now her voice was frantic, laced with panic that was hard to ignore as she got closer to the stairs and his grip didn't loosen.
"You're fucking him, aren't you?" The question caught her off-guard, stopped her struggles for a split second as she looked up at him with puzzlement.
"What?" As she watched his face change into angry fury, marring the usual attractiveness, she knew she had to find a way to stop his attack before it became to late. "No! No, Orlando, this is stupid, we just talked, I never saw him, I promise!"
"You are, aren't you!" He seemingly ignored everything she'd just said, as though he couldn't hear her. "You're fucking my best friend behind my back!" They were on the edge of the stairs and the only thing holding her back was his grip on her arms.
"No, you've got it all wrong! I'm not-we're not!" She was sobbing desperately now, but his eyes remained cold and hard.
Without another glance, he released her arms and pushed her backwards, turning his back away as she tumbled down the stairs.
Not caring if she survived the fall or not.