Wherever You Will Go
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
849
Reviews:
5
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.
Wherever You Will Go
A/N: ok, this is my first fic, so please be nice to me! I’d really appreciate any beta readers and nice reviews! :D
WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH AND HINTS OF M/M SLASHINESS. Ye be warned, me hearties! (ok, wrong fandom – so sue me! No, don’t really, I’m a poor impoverished student who’s not earning anything, honest! :D)
PLEASEASEEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!! or i'll hunt you down and set the Hobbits on you!
It’s a slushy one – I tried to be angsty, I really did, but it turned into a mushy lovefest! Huggles to LydiaNightshade - my very first review - thankyou hun! MWAH!
And so it begins…..
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So lately been wondering
Who will be there to take my place?
When I’m gone, you’ll need love
To light the shadows on your face
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He was gone. The love of his life, the one thing that had kept him going, had kept him from withdrawing into himself, was gone. The one person who had the power to make him smile, make him see the beauty in the world around him had disappeared, like smoke from the flames. But that was wrong. Smoke was insubstantial, drifted away into nothingness. Orlando had been real, been there to hold, to touch, to taste. There one minute, gone the next. Orli had been the fire in Viggo’s life, sustaining him, filling him with warmth and vigour. Or filling Viggo, as it were. A small smile graced Viggo’s face as he thought of theong ong nights together, filled with passion, or loving, tender and soft. But not any more. He would never feel Orli’s touch again. the light that had lit his face from within had fled, leaving his face in shadow. His body shook as sobs wracked his body, tearing at his throat, making his heart ache.
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If a great wave shall fall
And fall upon us all
Then between the sand and stone
Could you make it on your own?
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He was still here. It was wrong. Waves of guilt washed over Viggo. He was the old man, as Orli and the hobbits were constantly reminding him. Orli always…HAD always…teased Viggo about their age difference, and at first it had bothered him, but to him Orli was not a young boy, he was just…Orli. Brilliant, vibrant, wonderful, graceful Orli. It tore him up inside to even think of going on with his life without his elvish Prince at his side. Never again. He would never open his heart to someone like that again. Losing Orli was like dying himself – worse, because he was still here, alone, to feel the pain for the rest of his days. He could not make it alone, could not imagine doing so. Dying would be a blessed relief compared to this. If he just had the bravery to pick up the –
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If I could, then I would
I’d go wherever you will go
Way up high, or down low,
I’ll go wherever you will go
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No. He couldno tho that. Not to Henry, and not to his friends, who had suffered enough already with the loss of their most alive of friends. He would be with Orli again when he died, but he would not hasten that end. He had followed Orli round the world on sets, wherever his lover had gone, but he would not follow him into death. Amin khiluva lle á gurtha ar’thar – I will follow you ‘til death and beyond. He had told Orli that, but now could not bring himself to follow through on his vow. Aragorn may have been brave enough to walk where only the dead may tread, but Viggo was different. He was a ‘renaissance man’ as the papers so loved to describe him. He was gentle, a poet, a painter, and an artist. Not a fighter, although he had fought to keep Orli with him. Why couldn’t Orli have fought harder? Why did he have to let go of Viggo, of this world, so easily? Echoes of the hospital machines rang in Viggo’s ears, that terrible beeping as Orli gave up the fight and slipped away from his love.
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So maybe I’ll find out
A way to make it back someday
To watch you, to guide you
Through the darkest of your days
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“Oh God, Orli, why?” Viggo sobbed, his emotions breaking the surface, the walls of his apartment staring blankly, mockingly back at him. He felt so empty inside, his memories of Orli stabbing him like a knife every time they swam to the front of his consciousness. He was physically and emotionally shattered, and his crying had wrung his emotions dry. Viggo slipped into sleep, the only place he could find peace with his love.
“Viggo, love, open your eyes.”
“Orli?…….. wh…. but…. you’re dead!!”
Orlando laughed, his chocolate eyes flashing at Viggo. “You’re right there, old man.” Viggo looked uncomprehendingly at Orlando, before rushing over and hugging him and, to Orli’s surprise, bursting into tears.
“God I miss you…. so much” Viggo sobbed, crushing Orlando to his chest and rocking backward and forward.
“It’s ok, I’m here, I’m here. Well, ok, not physically, but I’m here” pointing to Viggo’s head, “and here”, to his heart. “I’ll always be with you, cormamin *, to watch over you, to guide you. You have to let go of me. Live your life, Viggo. Trust me, there’s years ahead of you. Enjoem. em. Saes enyalie enni, meleth ”**
Viggo could feel Orli’s presence fading away from him. He rolled over on the couch, promptly fell off and was jerked awake.
“Orli…? Oh God….” For a minute he had been able to forget that his love was dead. The dream he’d had came back to him, and he allowed himself a few moments to wallow in the peace that seeing Orlando again, even if it was just in a dream, had brought him.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------If a great wave shall fall,
And fall upon us all
Then I hope there’s someone out there who
Can bring me back to you
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Viggo felt a strange calm descend on him, as he thought over the contents of his dream. Orli had always been there for him, had always returned to him no matter what either of them had said or done. Not even – no, he wasn’t going to think about that now. He would not sully his memories of Orlando with the mistakes eithf thf them had made. He had forgiven Orli at the time; he would not dwell on such things now. He knew now he would see Orli again, and he knew that Orli had been brought back to him, in his heart and mind at least. At last he slipped into a dreamless sleep, exhausted by his emotions. Thinking only of Orli, and the love which had filled both their lives.
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Run away with my heart,
Run away with my hope,
Run away with my love
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Viggo had given his heart freely to Orlando, but sometimes he had the feeling that Orli would have run away with it, taken it from him even it had not been gifted willingly. That was the power of Orli. Not just his physical beauty, which, true enough, took the breath away, but the beauty which shone from within, which made Viggo want to hold him, protect him from the harshness of the world outside. Orlando had flirted with everyone on the set of Rings, but it had been Viggo he had chosen as his victim. He had taken his heart, his love, and in leaving him forever, his hope. Orli had called him that many times in their time together – Estel, Hope. Neither of them had ever been able to fully leave their characters behind, and frequently used Elvish when talking to one another. It was Elvish that was inscribed on the inside of the ring that rested on Viggo’s left hand, and on its mate, now on a chain around his neck. Orlando on one and Viggo on the other, both with the message 'Mela en' coramin'*** inscribed within. In taking his heart, Orli had taken his hope, and with it, any desire to live on after Orli was dead. But live on he must, to honour Orli’s memory, and to perhaps one day find love again.
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I know now just quite how
My life and love might still go on
In your heart in your mind
I'll stay with you for all of time
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Orlando’s heart felt like it was breaking as he felt Viggo being pulled away from him. He had only been granted a little time with him, and now all he could do was watch over him as he tried to rebuild his shattered heart and move on with his life. He may be dead, but he would live on forever in the hearts and minds of those around him, and most vividly in Viggo’s. Viggo would not know it, but Orlando would guide him through his life, helping him through the bad times, and rejoicing when he found happiness. Of course, he wished it could be different, that he had not had to leave Viggo, and if he had had a choice, been able to back in time, he might have done differently, but he was at peace now. He watched for many years, until Viggo at last found love once more. Now that he knew Viggo was happy, he could let go. Orlando sighed, and let his essence dissolve into the winds around him. The last thing that was heard was a quiet whisper.
“Viggo, meleth-nin****”
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If I could turn back time
I'll go wherever you will go
If I could make you mine
I'll go wherever you will go
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* my heart
** please remember me, love
*** love of my life
**** my love
WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH AND HINTS OF M/M SLASHINESS. Ye be warned, me hearties! (ok, wrong fandom – so sue me! No, don’t really, I’m a poor impoverished student who’s not earning anything, honest! :D)
PLEASEASEEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!! or i'll hunt you down and set the Hobbits on you!
It’s a slushy one – I tried to be angsty, I really did, but it turned into a mushy lovefest! Huggles to LydiaNightshade - my very first review - thankyou hun! MWAH!
And so it begins…..
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So lately been wondering
Who will be there to take my place?
When I’m gone, you’ll need love
To light the shadows on your face
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He was gone. The love of his life, the one thing that had kept him going, had kept him from withdrawing into himself, was gone. The one person who had the power to make him smile, make him see the beauty in the world around him had disappeared, like smoke from the flames. But that was wrong. Smoke was insubstantial, drifted away into nothingness. Orlando had been real, been there to hold, to touch, to taste. There one minute, gone the next. Orli had been the fire in Viggo’s life, sustaining him, filling him with warmth and vigour. Or filling Viggo, as it were. A small smile graced Viggo’s face as he thought of theong ong nights together, filled with passion, or loving, tender and soft. But not any more. He would never feel Orli’s touch again. the light that had lit his face from within had fled, leaving his face in shadow. His body shook as sobs wracked his body, tearing at his throat, making his heart ache.
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If a great wave shall fall
And fall upon us all
Then between the sand and stone
Could you make it on your own?
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He was still here. It was wrong. Waves of guilt washed over Viggo. He was the old man, as Orli and the hobbits were constantly reminding him. Orli always…HAD always…teased Viggo about their age difference, and at first it had bothered him, but to him Orli was not a young boy, he was just…Orli. Brilliant, vibrant, wonderful, graceful Orli. It tore him up inside to even think of going on with his life without his elvish Prince at his side. Never again. He would never open his heart to someone like that again. Losing Orli was like dying himself – worse, because he was still here, alone, to feel the pain for the rest of his days. He could not make it alone, could not imagine doing so. Dying would be a blessed relief compared to this. If he just had the bravery to pick up the –
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If I could, then I would
I’d go wherever you will go
Way up high, or down low,
I’ll go wherever you will go
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No. He couldno tho that. Not to Henry, and not to his friends, who had suffered enough already with the loss of their most alive of friends. He would be with Orli again when he died, but he would not hasten that end. He had followed Orli round the world on sets, wherever his lover had gone, but he would not follow him into death. Amin khiluva lle á gurtha ar’thar – I will follow you ‘til death and beyond. He had told Orli that, but now could not bring himself to follow through on his vow. Aragorn may have been brave enough to walk where only the dead may tread, but Viggo was different. He was a ‘renaissance man’ as the papers so loved to describe him. He was gentle, a poet, a painter, and an artist. Not a fighter, although he had fought to keep Orli with him. Why couldn’t Orli have fought harder? Why did he have to let go of Viggo, of this world, so easily? Echoes of the hospital machines rang in Viggo’s ears, that terrible beeping as Orli gave up the fight and slipped away from his love.
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So maybe I’ll find out
A way to make it back someday
To watch you, to guide you
Through the darkest of your days
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“Oh God, Orli, why?” Viggo sobbed, his emotions breaking the surface, the walls of his apartment staring blankly, mockingly back at him. He felt so empty inside, his memories of Orli stabbing him like a knife every time they swam to the front of his consciousness. He was physically and emotionally shattered, and his crying had wrung his emotions dry. Viggo slipped into sleep, the only place he could find peace with his love.
“Viggo, love, open your eyes.”
“Orli?…….. wh…. but…. you’re dead!!”
Orlando laughed, his chocolate eyes flashing at Viggo. “You’re right there, old man.” Viggo looked uncomprehendingly at Orlando, before rushing over and hugging him and, to Orli’s surprise, bursting into tears.
“God I miss you…. so much” Viggo sobbed, crushing Orlando to his chest and rocking backward and forward.
“It’s ok, I’m here, I’m here. Well, ok, not physically, but I’m here” pointing to Viggo’s head, “and here”, to his heart. “I’ll always be with you, cormamin *, to watch over you, to guide you. You have to let go of me. Live your life, Viggo. Trust me, there’s years ahead of you. Enjoem. em. Saes enyalie enni, meleth ”**
Viggo could feel Orli’s presence fading away from him. He rolled over on the couch, promptly fell off and was jerked awake.
“Orli…? Oh God….” For a minute he had been able to forget that his love was dead. The dream he’d had came back to him, and he allowed himself a few moments to wallow in the peace that seeing Orlando again, even if it was just in a dream, had brought him.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------If a great wave shall fall,
And fall upon us all
Then I hope there’s someone out there who
Can bring me back to you
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Viggo felt a strange calm descend on him, as he thought over the contents of his dream. Orli had always been there for him, had always returned to him no matter what either of them had said or done. Not even – no, he wasn’t going to think about that now. He would not sully his memories of Orlando with the mistakes eithf thf them had made. He had forgiven Orli at the time; he would not dwell on such things now. He knew now he would see Orli again, and he knew that Orli had been brought back to him, in his heart and mind at least. At last he slipped into a dreamless sleep, exhausted by his emotions. Thinking only of Orli, and the love which had filled both their lives.
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Run away with my heart,
Run away with my hope,
Run away with my love
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Viggo had given his heart freely to Orlando, but sometimes he had the feeling that Orli would have run away with it, taken it from him even it had not been gifted willingly. That was the power of Orli. Not just his physical beauty, which, true enough, took the breath away, but the beauty which shone from within, which made Viggo want to hold him, protect him from the harshness of the world outside. Orlando had flirted with everyone on the set of Rings, but it had been Viggo he had chosen as his victim. He had taken his heart, his love, and in leaving him forever, his hope. Orli had called him that many times in their time together – Estel, Hope. Neither of them had ever been able to fully leave their characters behind, and frequently used Elvish when talking to one another. It was Elvish that was inscribed on the inside of the ring that rested on Viggo’s left hand, and on its mate, now on a chain around his neck. Orlando on one and Viggo on the other, both with the message 'Mela en' coramin'*** inscribed within. In taking his heart, Orli had taken his hope, and with it, any desire to live on after Orli was dead. But live on he must, to honour Orli’s memory, and to perhaps one day find love again.
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I know now just quite how
My life and love might still go on
In your heart in your mind
I'll stay with you for all of time
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Orlando’s heart felt like it was breaking as he felt Viggo being pulled away from him. He had only been granted a little time with him, and now all he could do was watch over him as he tried to rebuild his shattered heart and move on with his life. He may be dead, but he would live on forever in the hearts and minds of those around him, and most vividly in Viggo’s. Viggo would not know it, but Orlando would guide him through his life, helping him through the bad times, and rejoicing when he found happiness. Of course, he wished it could be different, that he had not had to leave Viggo, and if he had had a choice, been able to back in time, he might have done differently, but he was at peace now. He watched for many years, until Viggo at last found love once more. Now that he knew Viggo was happy, he could let go. Orlando sighed, and let his essence dissolve into the winds around him. The last thing that was heard was a quiet whisper.
“Viggo, meleth-nin****”
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If I could turn back time
I'll go wherever you will go
If I could make you mine
I'll go wherever you will go
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* my heart
** please remember me, love
*** love of my life
**** my love