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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
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2,350
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10
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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 Eight
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 spacious room at the historic hotel was decorated in muted primary colors, which seemed a bit at odds with the castle-like exterior and gothic lobby, but comfortable nonetheless. It was the sort of hotel that could only be found in LA, rich with the ghosts of the exploits of silver screen legends. Known for its ‘discreet’ staff, the Marmont was a well-known celebrity destination.
So of course Elijah felt completely out of place there. The whole thing was just weird. Staying there had been the studio’s idea, not his: apparently there were security concerns. He still had trouble thinking of himself as some movie star stud.
He held the door to his room open for Orlando and motioned inside awkwardly, trying to get the night’s previous events out of his head. He’d check out flight times online. That’d help clear his head and keep him out of trouble.
Orlando whistled lowly as he stepped inside the room. “Snazzy,” he commented, looking around.
He glanced at Elijah, feeling just as awkward. “So. . .”
Yep, it was just them. All alone.
He didn’t even need to start thinking like that. . .
“I guess I’ll take a shower and get ready for bed,” he said softly.
“Okay,” Elijah responded as he sat down at the desk and opened up the laptop computer sitting on it. He almost pointed out the room service menu, then reminded himself of the situation and rubbed at his neck, loosening his tie with his other hand.
He determined that he should probably eat something though, and started looking through the menu himself. Being emotionally manipulated took a lot out of a guy.
Orlando chewed his lower lip as he rummaged through his suitcase, pulling out clothes to slee. N. Normally he just slept in boxers, but he figured that might not be a good idea and so drew out a t-shirt.
“Won’t be long,” he told Elijah as he took off his jacket and shoes, then loosened his tie.
He hesitated a moment, staring at Elijah’s profile, mesmerized. He really was handsome, wasn’t he?
“Take your time,” Elijah said, then made a face at the menu. “What the hell do they put on pizza that it costs forty bucks?!”
He sighed. Yep, he was in LA. Things ALWAYt wet weird here.
He looked over and noticed Orlando staring at him. After a cautious double-take, he asked “What?”
Orlando blinked, startled out of his trance. “Huh?” Oops, he’d been caught staring. He cleared his throat, hoping he wasn’t blushing.
“Um, nothing, nothing,” he said, shaking his head. “Just. . .nothing.”
He smiled nervously and then high-tailed it into the bathroom. Ahhhhhhhhh, how was he supposed to behave when he was STARING at Elijah?
Elijah blinked, then tried to go back to what he was doing. He rubbed his forehead, pulled off his tie completely, then tossed his jacket on the bed and undid the top two buttons on his shirt, trying to get comfortable.
Then he froze, suddenly sure that Orlando was ‘hungry’ again. He suddenly felt like a mouse who’d willingly jumped into an aquarium containing a large python.
Orlando quickly showered and dressed in his shirt and boxers. Then he moved over to the sink to brush his teeth.
He squeezed some toothpaste onto the end of his toothbrush, then glanced up at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes widened and he dropped the toothbrush. “Holy shit!”
His reflection was faint enough that he could see through it and see the patterned wallpaper directly behind him.
Elijah looked up at the noise in the bathroom.
“Orli? You okay?” he called.
<.
“Well, that depends on if you call being able to see through my reflection okay!” Orlando shouted, feeling freaked out.
Elijah got up quickly and opened the bathroom door, then stuck his head in.
“Holy shit!” he echoed. Weird! Definitely weird!
Orlando glanced at Elijah, his face showing his fear. “Fuck, Lij, this is really happening, isn’t it? I’m becoming a vampire!”
While taking a shower, he’d almost convinced himself it was all just a really bad dream.
“Either that, or it’s just a giant hickey on my neck,” Elijah said, shrugging helplessly.
Orlando chuckled in spite of himself, smiling. “Thanks, Lij. I needed that.”
He sighed, his smile fading a little as he glanced back at his ghostly reflection. “This is gonna all turn out okay, right, Lij? I mean, happy ending and all?”
“That depends on what you mean by a happy ending,” Elijah responded, slipping into the room completely.
“Me being a non-vampire,” Orlando said. “Liv not being mad at me.”
He glanced at Elijah, licking his lips. “And you helping me sort out my feelings for you,” he added softly.
Oops. . .had he said that out loud? Open mouth, insert foot.
Elijah looked at him in the mirror, and got a strange look on his face. His insides were churning like someone was using them to make pull taffy.
“I. . .I don’t know how much I can do about any of. . .” he began, then blinked, shook his head quickly, then left the room. A moment later, Orlando could hear him talking on the phone, his voice low.
Orlando groaned, banging his head against the counter. Argh, why had he said that?! He was going to completely ruin his friendship with Elijah if he didn’t watch himself. Being physically attracted to someone was one thing. . .but he had a feeling Elijah felt more than that for him.
He frowned, raising his head and glancing toward the door. Who was Elijah talking to?
He moved over to the door, trying to hear what Elijah was saying.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he could hear Elijah say. “Yeah, there’s a bit of a bump, but not much. . . Roy really, it’s okay. I’m not mad. You weren’t aiming for me. . .uhhh, Orli? Well, he’s. . .he feels really shitty about the whole thing. . .yeah, I know, he should. Liv’s okay though, right?”
Orlando wrinkled his nose. Oh. He was talking to Roy.
He sighed, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly. He really had to get over that jealousy. Liv was in love with Roy and it was time for him to realize that he didn’t stand a chance.
He just hoped he hadn’t fallen for Elijah as a way of replacing Liv. . . Their eyes were the same shade of blue, after all.
But then, he’d never kissed Liv like he’d kissed Elijah in the limo. . br> br>
“Yeah, well, I think he learned his lesson,” Elijah said in the next room. “Yeah, sometimes admitting things takes the edge off. . .no, no I don’t think he’d ever really hurt her. He’s just going through some shit right now. Yeah, well, she’s married, right? He’s gonna have to deal with it. . . What? Yeah, yeah sure, I’ll talk to her.”
Orlando wet his suddenly dry lips. Oh god, Elijah was going to talk to Liv. He wondered what she’d tell him. Probably that she never wanted to hear the name ‘Orlando Bloom’ ever again.
He sighed. It was no less than he deserved, but she was the forgiving type. Maybe they could still be friends.
Elijah laughed in the next room.
“Stop. I didn’t do anything,” he said. His tone of voice implied he was blushing. “No, it was Miranda that hit him with the chair.”
He laughed again. “Yeah, right. . .no, he feels shitty about it. Thinks you hate him. . . huh? Yeah, he’s here. Hold on.”
Orlando could hear Elijah approaching the boom.oom.
Orlando’s eyes widened and he stumbled back away from the door. No, oh nooooooooooooooooo, he couldn’t talk to Liv! It was much easier to just think she hated him and leave it at that.
;And if it hadn’t been him that had been the target, the image of Miranda hitting somebody over the head with a chair might’ve been funny.
Elijah knocked on the door.
“Oh shut up!” he said into the phone. Now he was DEFINITELY blushing.
Orlando narrowed his eyes. What the hell was Liv SAYING to him? Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez, that was HIS Lij, thank you very much.
He blinked. Fuck. Where had that thought come from? When had he become so possessive?
He wondered if he could just ignore Elijah’s knock. But then he’d probably get suspicious and know he’d been eavesdropping.
He chuckled to himself, recalling Sam’s line from Fellowship. He hadn’t been dropping no eaves either. Honest.
He cleared his throat and opened the door. “Yeah?”
“Liv,” Elijah said, shoving his cell phone at him. “She’s not mad. One down.”
His face was VERY red.
Orlando stared at the cell phone in Elijah’s hand then hesitantly took it. He raised an eyebrow, noting Elijah’s red face.
“You look like a bloody lobster,e,” e,” he muttered. “What did she say to you?”
Wee, she wasn’t mad at him! There was hope yet! For friendship, of course.
He tentatively held the phone to his ear. “Liv?” Shit, he probably should’ve started with ‘I’m sorry.’
Elijah shook his head, then darted away, heading out onto the balcony and shutting the door behind him.
“Hi,” Liv said shyly through the phone.
“Um, hi,” Orlando said quietly, watching Elijah go. “Liv, I am. . .I am so so so so sorry for what I did. I wouldn’t blame you at all if you hated me and never wanted to see me again.”
“I was pretty freaked out at first,” Liv admitted. “But then. . .well, if Elijah can forgive you, so can I. I mean, he’s the only one who really got hurt in this whole thing, right? I mean, both literally and figuratively. Ouch.”
Orlando winched. “I feel awful about hurting Elijah,” he said softly. “I just. . .I’m confused on that subject right now. But I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I. . .just forget what I said, okay?”
He took a deep breath, sighing. “So how mad is Roy?”
“Pretty mad,” Liv admitted quietly. “What do you mean ‘forget what you said’? Orli, if there’s. . .if what you said is true. . .I mean, we don’t see each other THAT often, but I think we should deal with it, because, like, wow, that shocked the hell out of me. I mean, I know it probably shouldn’t have, thinking about it, but I had no idea!”
Orlando cleared his throat, blushing, even though she couldn’t see it. “I guess, in a way, I have the same problem as Elijah. I loved you but never had the courage to say anything and then I missed my chance.”
“What are you doing in his hotel room if he missed his chance?” Liv asked, sounding confused.
“Er, uh, I didn’t have a place to stay and he offered me his couch,” Orlando said, rubbing his neck nervously. “He hasn’t exactly missed his chance, but I need to figure out my feelings for him before I hurt him anymore than I already have.”
Okay, so maybe comparing his problem to Elijah’s hadn’t been a bright idea.
“Okay, whatever, I’m staying out of it,” Liv said quickly, obviously biting her tongue against giving him hell. “Just. . .look, I love Royston. REALLY love him. You’re great, but. . . you’re not him. And taking girls hostage usually isn’t a good way to impress them. I don’t know what you were thinking.”
“I wasn’t,” Orlando said softly. “Liv, I’m sorry I was a jerk. I understand that you love Royston and I wish the both of you much happiness.”
Yes, he really did mean that.
“Please tell Royston that I’m very sorry and it won’t happen again,” he said.
“Okay,” Liv said softly, then sighed. “Are we okay then? I mean, you’re gonna be okay, right?”
“Yeah,” Orlando said. “We’re okay. And I will be okay. . .eventually. Don’t worry.”
“Okay,” Liv echoed, then exhaled loudly. “Listen, I should go. It’s pretty late. I appreciate the call though.”
Orlando smiled to himself. “I’m glad you’re not mad at me, Liv. Go to sleep. I’m sure you’re exhausted. I’ll talk to you later.”
“You’re a hard guy to stay mad at,” Liv admitted, her grin audible even through the phone. “You’re really pathetic when you grovel.”
She giggled.
“Bye.”
The call ended.
Orlando grinned, chuckling. Wee, everything was right again in the world!
He glanced toward the balcony, frowning slightly. Well, almost everything.
He rubbed the back of his neck and headed across the room, knocking on the closed door leading to the balcony.
Elijah looked over his shoulder at him through the glass in response to thock.ock. In the harsh lighting on the balcony, every bit of the fatigue he was fighting showed.
He eventually turned around and came back inside.
“Done?” he asked, keeping his eyes down.
“Yeah,” Orlando said quietly, holding Elijah’s cell phone out to him. “She forgave me.”
He frowned, concern wrinkling his forehead as he looked at Elijah. “You should get some sleep, mate.”
“That’s good,” Elijah responded, taking the phone back. “Liv, I mean.”
Orlando nodded, then itched behind his ear. “Yeah.”
He took a deep breath, catching faint traces of Elijah’s aftershave. “Elijah, I. . .”
He trailed off, looking down at the carpet awkwardly. He was supposed to be behaving, damn it. Admitting that he was attracted to Elijah wasn’t a good idea.
Or was it?
“I know how you feel about her. It’s okay,” Elijah insisted, then sat back down at the computer and opened up the web browser. Focus on something other than feeling like crap. Yeah.
Orlando jerked his head up to frown at Elijah. “That wasn’t what I was going to say,” he protested.
He licked his lips, hesitating. “I just. . .don’t know if now is a good time to say what I was going to say,” he said lamely.
“It’s probably not,” Elijah admitted. “I’m about at my limit for tonight.”
He typed in a web address and did an airfare search.
Orlando nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’s what I figured.”
He moved over to stand behind Elijah, watching him curiously.
“The only non-stop to leaves at. . .wait, those are to Auckland,” Elijah said, then did another search. “Departs LAX at ten fifty pm, arrives in Wellington at three pm local time with a plane change in Sydney. Can you do that?”
Orlando scrunched up his nose, considering that. He didn’t really have much of a choice, did he? He would just suck it up and tough it out. He was an actor.
“Yeah, sure,” he said, nodding. “No problem.”
“You sure?” Elijah asked, looking up over his shoulder at him.
Orlando gave Elijah a lopsided grin, unintentionally showing off his dimple. “Yeah. I’ll just cover as much as my skin as possible and probably be sick in the airplane bathroom. No big deal.”
“Flying into Auckland will be worse for sun exposure,” Elijah ped oed out apologetically. “At least this way you’ll be able to stay indoors through the worst of it.”
“It’s okay,” Orlando said. “I’ll deal with throwing up as long as we can hurry up and get this nightmare over with.”
He sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. “I just want to be normal again.”
Elijah smiled sadly, then picked up the phone to call Dom and Billy.
Orlando sighed, flopping onto the couch. Fuck, he must really like the taste of toe jam. . .he certainly seemed to be sticking his foot in his mouth a lot. . .
He knew Elijah had said that he had reached his limit. . .but he couldn’t help it. He was itching to tell him that he found him attractive.
He snorted. What were the odds that Elijah would believe him?
“Hey, Billy, it’s Lij,” Elijah said into the phone. As he spoke, he got up to close the drapes, anticipating the morning sun. “How’s 10:30 tomorrow night for you?”
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The remainder of the night was awkward, with more being thought than said. Orlando eventually drifted off around dawn.
At around six-thirty that night, Elijah gently shook him awake.
“Orli?” he said softly. “Come on, it’s time to get up.”
Orlando groaned, raising his head and blinking. “Wha time izzt?” he mumbled.
Huh? Wait a second, what was Elijah d. . . . .
Ohhhhhhhh yeah, he’d crashed on Elijah’s couch. . .duh.
He turned onto his side to push himself up so he could sit up and ended up falling off the edge of the couch, landing in a heap at Elijah’s feet.
“Smooth,” Elijah said flatly, looking down at him. “You okay?”
Orlando blushed, scrambling to his feet. “Yeah, just call me Grace,” he quipped, running his fingers through his disheveled hair.
Glancing out the balcony doors, he saw that night had fallen. Good, no worries about nausea and burning skin.
“How’re you feeling, Grace?” Lij countered quickly. He almost asked if he was hungry, but he’d been trying to convince himself he hadn’t enjoyed that.
Orlando stuck his tongue out, grinning. He shrugged in answer to his question. “All right,” he said nonchalantly.
Actually, he was feeling hungry, but he was trying to ignore it.
“You sure?” Elijah persisted sheepishly. “I mean, it’s a long flight, and it’s probably a bad idea to try to eat the flight attendants.”
Orlando smiled shyly. Elijah did have a point. While the craving wasn’t too bad at that moment, he knew it would only get worse.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “But if you’re uncomfortable because of what happened last time, I can probably convince Dom or Billy to help me out.”
He wasn’t physically attracted to either of them. Elijah was a threat to his self-control.
“Where? In the bathroom of the plane?” Elijah said pointedly, his expression flat. “Tabloids. Hello.”
Orlando blinked. Oh. . . Once again, Elijah had a point.
“You’re right,” he said sheepishly. “Okay.”
He moved closer to Elijah, his dark eyes gazing into blue ones. “You sure you’re all right with this?”
He wouldn’t kiss him or cop a feel or anything.
“No,” Elijah admitted, his eyes perfectly round. “But do it anyway.”
Orlando gulped. Oy, Elijah’s eyes would be the deathhim.him.
He placed one hand on the back of Elijah’s neck, stroking his skin softly. He leaned forward, sinking his fangs into Elijah’s neck.
There, see? He hadn’t kissed him. Though his fingers continued to trace circles on the back of Lij’s neck as he fed.
Elijah flinched then closed his eyes, and rested his head on Orlando’s shoulder. Okay, so it hurt. It was SO worth it.
. . .
He was pathetic.
He didn’t realize there was a tear rolling down his cheek until it ran into his mouth.
Orlando moaned softly, one arm snaking around Elijah’s waist to pull him closer as he drank his fill. For all the other assorted creepiness that came with this vampire gig, the feeding sure was a hell of a rush.
Once he’d finished and closed the wounds, he pulled away from Elijah, breathing heavily. He frowned as he noticed the tear track down Elijah’s cheek.
“I hurt you,” he whispered, brushing his fingertips down the tear track. “I’m sorry.”
Elijah shook his head, then impulsively wrapped his arms around Orlando’s neck, shaking a little. He buried his face in Orlando’s neck, his breathing ragged.
He honestly wasn’t sure what was worse: the idea that he’d lose Orlando to this vampire stuff, or the idea that they’d somehow manage to save him, and he’d lose him anyway.
Orlando frowned slightly, concerned. He wrapped one of his arms around Elijah’s waist tightly, his other hand coming up to stroke his hair. He didn’t quite know what to make of this. . .so he simply held Elijah, trying hard to ignore the feel of their bodies pressing together.
Someone picked then to bang on their door. Elijah jumped.
“HOUSEKEEPING!” Dom hollered, in a voice that vaguely approximated a shrieky woman. They could hear Billy start laughing.
Orlando startled, then glared at the door. Leave it to Dom and Billy to interrupt him just when he was enjoying having Elijah in his arms. Argh.
He cleared his throat, reluctantly releasing Elijah. “You okay?” he asked.
“I’ll be okay,” Elijah said softly, then wiped at his eyes. “Sorry, I’m just tired.”
Orlando nodded. “It was pretty late when you finally fell asleep.”
Not that he’d been listening or watching or anything. . .
He cleared his throat, going over to the door and opening it.
“Evening ladies,” Billy said with a giddy grin.
“Holy shit! Lij! What’s wrong with your neck!?” Dom exclaimed, then shoved past Orlando, heading toward Elijah, who was covering his neck and backing away, wide-eyed.
Orlando cleared his throat, looking sheepish as he pulled Billy into the rond tnd then closed the door. “It’s okay, Dom,” he said. “It’s nothing to worry about.”
He glanced at Billy, wrinkling his nose. “And who’re you calling a lady, wanker?”
Billy was about to respond, but Dom and Elijah had started wrestling on the bed as Dom tried to pry Elijah’s hands away from his neck.
“Lemme see!” he demanded as they struggled.
“No! It’s nothing! Really!” Elijah insisted.
“Is it just me, or is that totally ” Bi” Billy breathed thoughtlessly.
Orlando found himself nodding in agreement with Billy. “Oh, it’s definitely hot.” Yowza. He didn’t need to think like that.
He shook his head, moving over toward the bed and trying to pull Dom off Elijah. “C’mon, man, it’s not a big deal!” he insisted. “If Elijah wants to tell you, he will!”
Billy’s eyebrows raised curiously. Wellllll, Elijah was making out better than they’d thought!
As Orlando pulled on Dom, it gave a little extra oomph to the other man’s efforts, and he managed to pull Elijah’s hand away before being pulled off of him. His eyes went wide.
“Holy. . .holy shit! Those are bite marks!” he spluttered, pointing at Elijah’s neck. “Holy shit you actually bit him!”
“Holy shit, calm down!” Billy exclaimed, hurrying forward. He managed to catch a glimpse of Elijah’s neck before Elijah recovered it.
“Holy shit!” he echoed, his own eyes wide.
“Guys, it’s nothing,” Elijah insisted. “It barely even hurts except when the sun hits it.”
“Holy shit!” Dom exclaimed again. Then he realized who was hanging onto him, and sloooooowly turned to look over his shoulder.
“Holy shit, let me go, you undead freak!” he shrieked, thrashing around in Orlando’s grasp. “Billy! Help!”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Orlando yelled. “It’s not like I attacked Elijah and just sank my fangs into him! He gave me permission!”
He sighed, releasing Dom. “We decided it would be a lot better than me trying to eat one of the flight attendants on the plane.”
He shook his head. Man, it was a good thing he’d listened to Elijah. He wasn’t so sure now that he could’ve convinced either Dom or Billy to help him.
“And I didn’t make him drink my blood, so he’s in no danger of becoming like me,” he added quietly.
Dom backed away from him quickly, smacking into the wall.
“He was in a bit of denial,” Billy explained gently.
“It’s different when you actually see it!” Dom insisted, watching Orlando suspiciously through his hair.
Elijah sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbing his neck. Well, he felt self-conscious.
Orlando sighed, nodding. “It’s okay. If you’ve changed your mind and don’t wanna go. . .”
He shrugged helplessly. He didn’t know how to make them understand he wouldn’t hurt them. . .especially after what he’d done to Liv.
But then. . .he didn’t want Dom or Billy like he’d wanted Liv. Or was now starting to want Elijah. . .
“Yeah Dom, no one’ll hold it against you if you suck out,” Billy added, winking at Elijah. Dom glared at him. Damn it.
“Jerk,” he grumbled, brushing his hair out of his face. “Alright fine, let’s go.”<
Orlando frowned at Billy, then glanced at Dom. “Okay, if you’re absolutely sure. Let’s go.”
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